Margaery Tyrell’s smile.
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we're not kids anymore.
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@ladymarsstark
Margaery Tyrell’s smile.
Meanwhile...
*Me watching Game of Throne’s last episode*
Good job Tommen, seriously.
Before & After
Daenerys Targaryen.
Sansa Stark.
"HOLD THE DOOR" "HODOR" I can't...
Me: *opens a door*
Person behind: Hold the door!
Me: *cries uncontrollably* Too soon!
EDD ONE OF US!
M: “You’re welcome”
“Oh I really love your gift, thank you 💓”
* I’m gonna kill you *
<3
“The night is dark, and full of terrors.”
Mother’s Mercy.
And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my Lord, as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere, But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear. And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere, But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
Lord Bronn of House Bronn
Words: "There's no cure for being a cunt"
Go Sansa, GO!