don’t trust people who forget fenris has a weird sense of humor and giggle snorts when he laughs then pretends he was coughing like a giant glowy goober
You just know nobody is reblogging this for the dog
I don’t know who this person is, but goddamn.
That smile. That mess of hair. That scruff.
How manipulative is Margaery? Is it all about playing the angles or is there like, some deep heart in there, too? What’s her motivation? (x)
Waits and fed us, slipping into dreams.
Oh I can feel, I can feel
I can feel the celestial beings.
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
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