Miya 18. INTJ.Ravenclaw with Slytherin aspirations. Curmudgeon with delusions of grandeur. Lover of film, television (usually flawed, for writer reasons),history, literature, art, musicals, smoked salmon and Gothic vaulting. Movie music makes me cry. And that's just about the gist of it. About Me Blogroll Tags ewoks
WAR PAINT | a brief playlist for Ned and Cat,
set during Robert’s Rebellion( i was a cartographer of the tangles in your hair )
AFTER THE CURTAIN | BEIRUT
what will you do
when the curtain falls
you’llARMCHAIRS | ANDREW BIRD
you didn’t write
you didn’t call
it didn’t cross your mind at all
through the waves
waves of hay and straw
you couldn’t feel a thing at allYOU GO ON AHEAD (TRUMPET TRUMPET II) | SUNSET RUBDOWN
he would like to come home naked
without war paint on his face,
and appear before you virgin white
if virgins are still chaste.OLEANDER | MOTHER MOTHER
i burn you right out, i burned your bible
you tried to cry, put on a smile
and if you leave me rest assured it would kill me.
(Source: formerlydeckards)
Why Hodor says “Hodor”
- Hodor actually attained enlightenment from years of meditation and only says ‘Hodor’ to underscore the inherent futility of communication between groups with different values
- Hodor is extremely intelligent but was cursed by Maggie the Frog to only say one word
- Hodor is a brilliant mastermind who uses Obfuscating Stupidity to get everyone else to underestimate him while he secretly controls Littlefinger, Varys, and Euron as the Puppetmaster from the shadows.
(Source: tvtropes.org)
She scooped up a handful of snow and squeezed it between her fingers. Heavy and wet, the snow packed easily. Sansa began to make snowballs, shaping and smoothing them until they were round and white and perfect. She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing. What do I want with snowballs? She looked at her sad little arsenal. There’s no one to throw them at.
in all your fairy tales
how did the prince say he loved you?
how did your father die?
was he a good man?
maybe someday you’ll know
(Source: asdasmnbiwe)
