The Author's Lab

gravemercury:

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 muss my hair and call me ‘little sister’ , she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

> Stick them with the pointy end. 

(via princessaryaunderfoot)


Kit Harington for Rolling Stone, 2014

Stop it, Kit! It isn’t even fair to go around like this, looking dirty and gorgeous at the same time and still claim that you know nothing. Sure as hell you know my preferences!

Kit Harington for Rolling Stone, 2014

Stop it, Kit! It isn’t even fair to go around like this, looking dirty and gorgeous at the same time and still claim that you know nothing. Sure as hell you know my preferences!

(Source: amarling, via vixleonard)

usurpr:

Kill the boy and let the man be born." — MASTER AEMON [x]

(via fuckyeahjonsnow)

I am a princess

Toda garota devia recitar isso diariamente, como um mantra.

(Source: kristoffbjorgman, via nat-de-lioncourt)

lierdumoa:

iwatchforsasha:

Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them

That second to last panel is chilling.

History of my life.

(via vixleonard)