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Can I just… talk for a moment… about how much I love how, if you know them well, words don’t have synonyms?
English, for example, is a fantastic disaster. It has so many words for things that are basically the same, and I find there’s few joys in writing like finding the right word for a sentence. Hunting down that peculiar word with particular meaning that fits in seamlessly in a structure, so the story flows on by without any bumps or leaks.
Like how a shout is typically about volume, while a yell carries an angry edge and a holler carries a mocking one. A scream has shrillness, a roar has ferocity, and a screech has outrage.
This is not to say that a yell cannot be happy or a holler cannot be complimentary, or that they cannot share these traits, but they are different words with different connotations. I love choosing the right one for a sentence, not only for its meanings but for how it sounds when read aloud. (Do I want sounds that slide together, peaceful and seamless, or something that jolts the reader with its contrast? Snap!)
I love how many words for human habitats there are. I love how cottage sounds quaint and cabin sounds rustic. I love steadiness of house, the elegance of residence, the stateliness of manor, and tired stubbornness of shack. I love how a dwelling is different to a den.
And I love how none of them can really touch the possessive warmness of all the connotations of home.
Words are great.
you: why are you drinking an entire bottle of wine ?? me: me: me: me: wine not …
This hurt my heart a lil
this is one of the purest things I’ve read all week
i need me a love like this
Me as Sansa walked away with a smile on her face
sansa: you’re going to die tomorrow, lord bolton.
ramsay: lol okay sweaty :)
ramsay the next day:
Was anyone else terrified that Tormund was gonna die in that battle???
I was legit freaking the fuck out.
All Hail Queen Sansa
THE JUXTAPOSITION OF JON COVERED IN BLOOD IN THE THICK OF THE BATTLE AND RAMSAY STANDING PRISTINE AND COMMANDING FROM AFAR THE CINEMATOGRAPHY OF THE BATTLE KILLED ME BYE
Me seeing Jon get hella pissed: HO DON’T DO IT. DON’T DO IT. Jon: *charges Bolton army singlehandedly*
Me: OH MY GOD. YOU ARE LITERALLY DOING THE EXACT THING SANSA TOLD YOU NOT TO.
The North remembers.
After this episode honestly
LONG LIVE HOUSE STARK
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
Sansa Stark to Ramsay Snow, 6x09 (via moonflower91)
An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day!
He is fire made flesh, and so am I.