" He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can’t. Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?"


It must’ve broken down long ago… Probably a gardener robot. It protected this place even after the people went away.

She’s gone.

No! No, she’s not…

Honey, you don’t drink poison and wait for it to kill your enemy. 

God doesn’t want you to be happy, he wants you to be strong.


Westeros Fashion


id like to thank my skeleton, who is always there

if i look back i am lost

(x) I want to keep my options open, I want to do as much as possible in as little time as possible, so more modelling, more acting… no singing.