(Source: vvinterfell)

“I dreamed of Bran,” Sansa had whispered. “I saw him smiling.”

(Source: sansasnark)

a game of hands

(Source: mhysas)

What if I don’t want to remain when you’re gone?

 If I was a wolf…

(Source: sylvasantagar)

(Source: braning)

“Does the sight of my stump distress you so?” Jaime asked.  ”You ought to be pleased.  I’ve lost the hand I killed the king with.  The hand that flung the Stark boy from that tower.  The hand I’d slide between my sister’s thighs to make her wet.”

(Source: queenofthemummers)

Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. “You be quiet, stupid,” the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. “It’s just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?” She knelt and pulled her brother from pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone.

(Source: firemadeflesh)

The septons sing of laying down our burdens and voyaging to a far sweet land where we may laugh and love and feast until the end of days…but what if there is no land of light and honey, only cold and dark and pain beyond the wall called death? 

(Source: maisiewilliams)

3.04 ♦ And Now His Watch Is Ended

Broken dreams and silent screams

(Source: augustines)