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Imagine stealing a bitch’s look only for bitch to steal the look right back from you

‘’ She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade.

It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time …

… but it wasn’t.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.’‘

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bold of me to constantly use the phrase “no worries!” when I am, in fact, constantly full of many worries

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The worst part about parallel parking is the witnesses

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no witnesses if youre bad enough at parallel parking

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Them: Wait, so you loved Theon even when he took Winterfell? Why?

Me, thinking: When Maester Luwin suggested him to go to the Wall as a way out, Theon’s inner conflict and turmoil was about whether he had enough black clothes in his wardrobe to do that.

Me, speaking: He is well written.