she doesn’t remember when she first realized she loved him. It came slow. Like the return of spring: slow and sneaky and suddenly there as if there had never been a time when warmth, sunshine, cherry blossoms —him— was not with her. There was never a start, just a slow growing joy around a shadow of curly dark hair and dimples and a hope of new roses.
"The Lannisters of Casterly Rock were a damnably large and fertile house."
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It does not escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else’s. When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from your dreams are valid.
cats are so fucking pointless i want 10,000