robb, 17, westeros. king in the north. chances are you know my name, but NOT my story. fuck lannisters. fuck joffrey. fuck betrothals (lmao love my baby talisa two months strong <3). fuck moms i dont need your shit. fuck people who think a throne is theirs by rights… (lol you know who i mean.) living my life, you can stay mad. i do not give one single fuck. WINTER IS COMING BITCHEZ.
Because Lydia Martin is not only beautiful, not only incredibly intelligent… She’s immune.
innocence is the first that is taken from a child. there is no place for innocence in a world full of monsters.
I ship myself with academic success and contentment
A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold wind blows the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.
i am the shyest attention whore ever
He is coming for me, she would say at night. So softly it became a prayer. She caught whispers of him from the jaws of lions and knew joy for she saw fear in their eyes. Give them a taste of winter, Robb. Give them a taste of death.
n o t a l l m o n s t e r s d o m o n s t r o u s t h i n g s
no but could you imagine one of the quidditch team members saying “knock on wood” and they all just hit oliver before a big match
I’m almost a thousand percent sure the Weasley twins did that at some point
Day 4: favorite quote → ”It wasn’t for the murder that the Gods cursed the Rat Cook, or for serving the King’s son in a pie. He killed a guest beneath his roof. That’s something the Gods can’t forgive.”