—Words are Wind—

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.

            -- Arya of House Stark;
                     A Feast For Crows



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godfangs: ♦ :D yes , i am (curious)

Amazing People:

Here you go~

Fabulous mix of people boasting good taste in art and intellectual minds~

  1. jaimelannistermoved said: <33
  2. godfangs said: haaaawwwwww made my day tbh ^^ i love you too :D
  3. spybook said: :3
  4. eafiu said: "Fabulous mix of people boasting good taste in art and intellectual minds~" and then there is me taking up most of the space OOPS
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