burrito edition

the three stages of getting ready in the morning: vulcan, human, and whothefuckinventedmorning

“Why don’t you just kill me like you did Mycah?” Arya had screamed at him. She was still defiant then, more angry than scared.    

He answered by grabbing the front of her tunic and yanking her within an inch of his burned face. “The next time you say that name I’ll beat you so bad you’ll wish I killed you.”   

After that, he rolled her in his horse blanket every night when he went to sleep, and tied ropes around her top and bottom so she was bound up as tight as a babe in swaddling clothes.

~ A Storm of Swords, Arya IX, ASOIAF, George R.R. Martin