We could sheep shift Lord Desmond’s bed. You cut a little hole in his mattress and you stuff sheep dung inside. Then you sew up the hole and make his bed again. His room will stink, but he won’t know where it’s coming from.
The Northerners will never forget.
you know nothing, jon snow.I do know some things.
“Who?” she said, then, “Jaime?” She rose, her eyes brimming with tears. “Is it truly you?“
She did not come to him, however. She has never come to me, he thought. She has always waited, letting me come to her. She gives, but I must ask.
Okay, I’m sorry, but I just have to get this off my chest. My response to the uproar about racism in “Mhysa.”
How season 3 should have ended tbh
JUST LISTEN OMFG
