Wolf Child

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Lena, 20's, german, virgo, Stark, Hufflepuff. writer, gif maker, cats lover. Currently on hiatus tracking: #sansarya
Anonymous asked:

i miss you and your beautiful gifsets! i hope you are doing well!

Hello! I honestly don’t know how long this was in my inbox, so I’m sorry if the answer comes really late! But thank you so much, dear!

Life got a bit messy, and I kinda lost interest in this blog :/ But I’m also rather busy with writing my book(s), so that’s where most my time and energy goes!I sometimes miss making gifs tho! But making them turns out to be a bigger problem now. Since I don’t have much downloaded (and don’t want to), and use dvds to make gifs. But for whatever reason my laptop no longer properly displays dvds in the vlc player. I reinstalled it so many times but it keeps messing things up :/ (I blame windows 10) So the scenes of my gifs would be really, really limited, which sucks.

But thank you for thinking of me! That really means a lot! Hope you have a great day!

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He remembered their godswood; the tall sentinels armoured in their grey-green needles, the great oaks, the hawthorn and ash and soldier pines, and at the centre the heart tree standing like some pale giant frozen in time. He could almost smell the place, earthy and brooding, the smell of centuries, and he remembered how dark the wood had been even by day. That wood was Winterfell. It was the north. I never felt so out of place as I did when I walked there, so much an unwelcome intruder. He wondered if the Greyjoys would feel it too. The castle might well be theirs, but never that godswood. Not in a year, or ten, or fifty. — Tyrion Lannister [A Clash of Kings, Chapter 49 Tyrion XI]

The red leaves of the weirwood were a blaze of flame among the green. Ned Stark’s tree, he thought, and Stark’s wood, Stark’s castle, Stark’s gods. This is their place, not mine. — Theon Greyjoy. [A Clash of Kings, Chapter 56, Theon V]