somosinevitables:

I’m becoming my own salvation, showing up, no more hiding/ The light inside me is bursting, shining/ It’s my time to butterfly/ More than just survival, this is my revival.

adriansydney:

Wrong to love her.

                                Wrong to leave her. 

perksofbeingafanboy:

the northerners will n e v e r forget

sirnovak:

…as clever as she is pretty.

gryffindoris:

♚ Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

awildling:

Game of Thrones house sigils // part i

fyiceandfire:

 What happened to the dragons? I was told that brave men killed them all.

jonsonw:

She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.

vanderbilt:

a song of ice and fire meme : places (2/2)
 ➝ Winterfell, The North.
 ➝ Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.
 ➝ The Eyrie, The Vale.