color memeoberyn  martell + light colors (requested by rhllors)

07.29.2014 / +2328 / gameofgifs / laurelcastilloz

“I feel that you’re becoming just a shadow in my life.”

Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via camilla-macauley)

Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand. When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him, “you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.
The memory made Arya smile, and after that the darkness held no more terrors for her. […] She was going home. Everything would be better once she was home again, safe behind Winterfell’s grey granite walls.

06.19.2014 / +7057 / vanessayves / dracomartell

— That could happen to anyone.
Yet it keeps happening to me.

06.18.2014 / +2233 / bisexualmerlin

I don’t fucking deserve this.

04.26.2014 / +1384 / presidentgay / isaacsanchor
04.10.2014 / +3740 / madfatgifs

“It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.”

Marie Lu, Champion (via larmoyante)

12.30.2013 / +103522 / g0ndorr / larmoyante

bad wolf meme - [1/3] Ships - Rose & The Doctor


Bastille - Things We Lost in the Fire

The future’s in our hands and we
                   will never be the same again

game of thrones meme | six relationships 
(2/6) "When they took his head off, they killed me too"

11.05.2013 / +5300 / sansasnark / maddenss

Beneath the linen bandages, her fingers still throbbed where the dagger had bitten. The pain was her scourge, Catelyn felt, lest she forget. She could not bend the last two fingers on her left hand, and the others would never again be dexterous.

06.28.2013 / +2041 / rubyredwisp / leias