I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

when he heard cersei’s scream, he knew that it was over. 

Through the House of the Undying Ones and What Daenerys Targaryen Found There. ( Part I

Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks.

He, in sleep, in imagination, dreams of feasts, closes his mouth on vacancy, grinds tooth on tooth, exercises his gluttony on insubstantial food, and, instead of a banquet, fruitlessly eats the empty air.  - Ovid, Metamorphosis: Ceres sends Famine to Erysichthon

Eleven’s hour is over now, the clock is striking twelve’s.

Doctor, so lonely. So very, very alone. How can you bare it?

I am the Mockingjay. 

They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.

© ARYASNARK