the biggest, thickest ever sky
This is a multi-fandom blog, quickly reduced to gibberish by pretty things, and prone to sudden fits of food porn, art and science.
“I knew a man once who told me that I smiled at the wrong things.” “Do you?” “Only by the lights of those who smile at nothing.”
“I’m not him, I’m not the turncloak, he died at Winterfell. My name is Reek, It rhymes with freak”
Come Maester, don’t look so grim, it’s all just a game.
found this on the fridge..
BLESS THAT WOMAN
MOTHER OF THE YEAR