You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.
There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.
there and back again
loupettes: Amy: You couldn’t. But I’ve seen it before. Very old and very kind, and the very, very last. Sound a bit familiar? Hey…The Doctor: What?Amy: Gotcha.
rageddy: Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept. url graphic ♚ the-cupboard-under-the-stars want one?
rageddy: lately i've been, i've been losing sleep,dreaming about the things that we could be; baby i've been, i've been praying hard, said no more counting dollars we'll be counting stars. url graphic ♔ thedoctorsdreams