Nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. Nothing is just nothing.
The cell was dark, the bed hard beneath him. His own bed, he remembered, his own bed in his steward’s cell beneath the Old Bear’s chambers. By rights it should have brought him sweeter dreams. Even beneath the furs, he was cold. Ghost had shared his cell before the ranging, warming it against the chill of night. And in the wild, Ygritte had slept beside him. Both gone now. He had burned Ygritte himself, as he knew she would have wanted…
what do we say to the god of death?
me: sean bean is that way
Sansa’s costumes have a strong presence of purple tones, suggesting a growth of her character and loss of innocence. Purple combines the calm stability of blue and the fierce energy of red.
they would have no claim on me if i did not desire it
for i belong to myself,
i am only my own—
half flowering creation,
half blistering hellfire.
PERSEPHONE SPEAKS, BY A.C
Stone, I must be stone, I must be Casterly Rock, hard and unmovable.
between the dawn and the dusk
you were made of miracles
and you can run all you want
but in the light of the moon
the wolves will always call you back
You’ll kill your own father in the privy?