izzyknopes:

Richard & Anne || promo shots vs actual scenes || part 1 of 3

Sansa had wondered what had happened to Septa Mordane, although she supposed she had known all along.

…but apparently now caroline has no need for the thirst

CAROLINE IS THIRSTY AF

riverran:

Arthur and Ashara Dayne, the remnants of a once-great family
( an asoiaf wwi au )

I have not grown so mad or so selfish to have forgotten my own brother. His shame is my shame.  And when he suffers, so do I.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

” — Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via headfullofgold)