18 2 / 2013
“YOU SICK BASTARD” I shout
Jon Snow starts to cry. He has been fighting off this flu for a week and has been eating lots of citrus. He’s doing his best.
(via deadlybearhug)
02 2 / 2013
“What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms.. or the memory of a brother’s smile?“
(Source: davosseaworths, via nekhebit)
17 11 / 2012
Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. Once Jon had meant to prove them wrong, to show his lord father that he could be as good and true a son as Robb.
(Source: allinye, via ohcrapitspanic)
02 7 / 2012
“There will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him.”
(via swordinthedarkness)
21 6 / 2012
Reading AFfC, thinking about all the Winterfell kids and their possible futures, and crying.
21 6 / 2012
I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all nights to come.
(Source: allinye, via swordinthedarkness)
16 5 / 2012
The cold trickles on his face reminded Jon of the day he’d bid farewell to Robb at Wintefell, never knowing that it was for the last time. “And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair”
(Source: donblaked, via swordinthedarkness)
14 5 / 2012
The gods made the earth for all men t’ share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. My trees, they said, you can’t eat them apples. My stream, you can’t fish here. My wood, you’re not t’ hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I’ll chop ’em off, but maybe if you kneel t’ me I’ll let you have a sniff. You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t’ be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t’ kneel.
(Source: tyrells, via swordinthedarkness)
