Richard Madden, bringing out the best worst in me.

 He does not love, he does not hate, he does not grieve. This is a game to him, mildly diverting. Some men hunt, some hawk, some tumble dice. Roose plays with men.

gaeofthrones:

I think I’ll be having a mental breakdown soon because the Red Wedding is coming. I. Just. Can’t. 

we are alone

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.

Red - the blood of angry men.

adulthoodisokay:

i can’t deal with how adorable this dog is

there is an empty place within me where my heart was once

“Woman?” She chuckled. “Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.”

under the waves and the earth of an age
lie a thousand old northerners’ graves

princessaryastark:

Game of Alphabet » B for Bastards