This… Elektra, this is a part of me that I need… And you’re the only one who gets it. Without this, I’m not alive. I’m not. Not really.
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This… Elektra, this is a part of me that I need… And you’re the only one who gets it. Without this, I’m not alive. I’m not. Not really.
You can tell somebody you love them, and it can mean 50 different things. I’ve always tried to be a bit nonspecific about that. He definitely has feelings for her, and strong protective feelings, as well. I think (feelings and politics were) inter-meshed. And there was a degree of obsession to it. [x]
Jenna & L’eau de bitch
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CANDICE ACCOLA DAMN MA 😍😍
“I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
Lady Stoneheart.
Some call her that. Some call her other things.
“What are you talking about? You are Brienne of Tarth! My God! Pull yourself together! What will you do? Is this a question? You will show him you remember that he is Jaime Lannister, and you will remind him who you are. Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win! And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.”
— Lady Stoneheart, A Feast for Crows
I have a hurricane in me that will strip your land bare if you dare to try me.
What does she want of me?
Her face, Brienne thought. Her face was so strong and handsome, her skin so smooth and soft. “Lady Catelyn?” Tears filled her eyes. “They said… they said that you were dead.” “She is,” said Thoros of Myr. “The Freys slashed her throat from ear to ear. When we found her by the river she was three days dead. Harwin begged me to give her the kiss of life, but it had been too long. I would not do it, so Lord Beric put his lips to hers instead, and the flame of life passed from him to her.”
She wants her son alive or the men who killed him dead.