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sansa couldn’t read so she asked robb to help her. he was the one who sparked her interest in stories of graceful princesses and dashing knights.
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The ones she had lost and the ones she had found. And the ones who had loved her the most.
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are you ever scrolling through tumblr and you have a thought and immediately lose it so you have to scroll back up to give your brain the conditions under which it originally created the thought so you can bring it back
#w o w#i genuinely H A T E how accurate this post is#although it makes sense...#during trials or interrogations sometimes witnesses can remember stuff they might have forgotten by hearing a certain sound#or smelling or tasting something specific#anyway...#about me#tp#if the men find out we can shapeshift they're going to tell the queue
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and clearly I don’t see myself upon that list (requested by anonymous)
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violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
It’s the end of August and we’re literally still trying to pick ourselves from the floor, huh
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Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice.
She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me.”
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when you wanna talk about that thing you’re obsessed with but you already said a lot about it and don’t wanna be annoying
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“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
Source: scinnlaece
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The prayer by bubug
“She turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. She scooped up a handful of snow and squeezed it between her fingers.” “A Storm of Swords”, George R. R. Martin
Source: bubug.deviantart.com
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Sansa Stark by PapayouFR
Source: twitter.com