“I know you held the gate here,” King Stannis said. “If not, I would have come too late.”

“Donal Noye held the gate. He died below in the tunnel, fighting the king of the giants.” Stannis grimaced. “Noye made my first sword for me, and Robert’s warhammer as well. Had the god seen fit to spare him, he would have made a better Lord Commander for your order than any of those fools who are squabbling over it now.” Donal Noye, A Storm of Swords

This I really need to work on. I fight myself everyday, always going back and forth. It’s pretty exhausting. I need to learn to stop becoming to attached to people/things and just clear my mind. It’s not worth it. I know I struggle with this one the most. #borderlinepersonalitydisorder #bpd #ocd #catch22 #noyes #friends #nofriends #abandonment #forget #ihateyou #iloveyou

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
—  One of my favorite poems: “The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes. To read all of it, go here.