if you hold a seashell to your ear you can hear it tell you what a little bitch you are
This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.
life is so hard when you have twenty tv shows to watch
home alone? did you mean time to practice for my broadway debut?
Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.