THEME BY MARAUDERSMAPS
Fear cuts deeper than sword
She’s so happy.
So fucking happy.
and here comes Littlefinger.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation.
Until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.
Vanity, not love, has been my folly.
