What are you going to do with your life?“ In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer… "Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.
And if it’s around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.
I am choking because Laurent is repeatedly depicted as the fucking dictionary definition of gorgeous by every. single. character. that gets a chance to speak in this series and this woman just strolls in cool as a cucumber and says, “eh, you look like a cow lol”
The mother heard her. Somehow the queen’s voice cut through the woman’s ravaged wits. Her slack face twisted in loathing. “Whore!” she shrieked. “Kingslayer’s whore!Brotherfucker!” Her dead child dropped from her arms like a sack of flour as she pointed at Cersei. “Brotherfucker brotherfucker brotherfucker.” - Tyrion IX, ACoK
“M’lady,” said the big man. “Here she is.” “Aye,” added the one-eyed man. “The Kingslayer’s whore.” She flinched. “Why would you call me that?” “If I had a silver stag for every time you said his name, I’d be as rich as your friends the Lannisters.” “That was only … you do not understand …” “Don’t we, though?” The big man laughed. “I think we might. There’s a stink of lion about you, lady.” - Brienne VIII, AFfC
It seems some of our imaginative peers suppress their artistic instincts out of fear of being judged, alienated, or just plain not good enough. In other cases, a parent, teacher, or friend has been dismissive about creative ambitions. Don’t let that suffocate your vision. More often than not, people won’t share your vision or hunger, but that’s all right. Ambitions are individual. Art is subjective. Creativity often leads to the solo pursuit of a dream until you find like-minded people who get it. Who get you. - Connor Franta.
“Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.”
Vengeance for her pack burned within her, she’d set the Seven Kingdoms on fire to light the emptiness they left in her heart🐺
1. What’s your favourite colour?
2. What does your bedroom look like?
3. If a song played every time you walked in the room, what would it be?
4. What type of weather are you most like and why?
5. Run, hide, or fight?
6. What is your zodiac sign?
7. What should your zodiac sign be?
8. Arizona, California, New York, or Iowa?
9. What is your favourite painting?
10. Favourite sculpture?
11. Favourite band?
12. Create, build on, or destroy?
13. Used books or new?
14. Do you have any tattoos? What are they?
15. Favourite book quote?
16. Why do you think you exist?
17. Describe a physical representation of your mind.
18. Rotten, spoiled, or stale?
19. Mint, cinnamon or bubblegum?
20. Why is your name your name? Are there any stories on how you got it (make one up or something I guess)?
He was frightened of everything, it sometimes seemed, and he hated that about himself. Fear and hatred, fear and hatred: often, it seemed, that those were the only two qualities he possessed. Fear of everyone else; hatred of himself.