heta 19, istp, gryffindor, from finland
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 “there's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.”

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leias-organa:

Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.