In this world only winter is certain. We may lose our heads, it’s true … but what if we prevail?
when our lives are over and all that remains are our skulls and bones lets take it to the grave △
Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you…
me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?
I’ll be a story in your head. That’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I was always gonna take it back. Oh, that box, Amy. You’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came.