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Summer moodboard.
Red was the kingdom before the fall - not of stones, but of open veins under the iron. Rubra, the aurora dressed the towers as a widowed queen in burned silk, and each banner in the wind looked like a heart swearing war.
“What would you do if you could go back to the past?” I would do anything, Arya thought. Something she couldn’t do, she would do without thinking a thousand times, maybe killing Lord Frey wasn’t enough to burn the pain she felt in her chest, the pain of losing everyone, the pain of seeing everyone’s death pass over her eyes, her innocent child’s eyes.
musings on touch
margaret atwood, natalie diaz, ocean vuong, susan sontag, anne carson, marya hornbacher, mary oliver
We’re staying together. You’re not getting away from me. Never again.
Living a peasant life in the lands of the meadow was like walking on the magic of peace.
You live in the forests of westeros, lived in a riot of things, found near a stream of the river lands, but you didn’t care about those street vendors who called you a witch, you weren’t one, you just followed your peace of mind.
A cold and cozy night with a crow and the lord commander’s daughter.
“This world doesn’t belong to me,” Sansa thought. In so much cruelty, that pigeon was among them, alone, without protection, the seven looked at the poor girl and said about the wind, “you will survive the hands of those most cruel and you will know the taste of power one day.”
The Old, the True, the Brave.
Family, Duty, Honor.
Here We Stand.
Proud to be Faithful
Loyal to bronze.
True to Our Word