franny-squalor-glass:

Literary Prints

3000-milesfromyou:

foggies:

foggy

Foggy Pale 

truneet:

Ernesto Bautista - Masses [Masas], 2009

Transparent lighter filled with blood

lyannaes:

The Known World: Words of the North 

“He must learn to face his fears. He will not be three forever. And winter is coming.” 

“Yes,” Catelyn agreed. The words gave her a chill, as they always did. The Stark words. Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words. Not for the first time, she reflected on what a strange people these northerners were.

                                                         - [A Game of Thrones] Catelyn I

hcathledger:

I’d give anything to hear
You say it one more time
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.

saturn // sleeping at last

“She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.”

Charles Bukowski
(via ismena)

zobb:

cry me a lake by justin timberriver

robingiebes:

I would give a lot of things in order to see a flashback of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. 

“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”

Anna Kamienska, from 1969 (The Notebook, 1965-1972)