The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.
A Song For Milly Michaelson
Thrice

jesyanne:

A Song For Milly Michaelson // Thrice

Here we go, hold on tight and don’t let go.
I won’t ever let you fall.
I love the night, flying over these city lights.
But I love you most of all.

You’ll be fine, my lady. You are stronger than you think.
— Ser Dontos, aka what I whisper to Sansa through the TV screen every week (via sansasnark)

volpestarks:

cerberus or alliance?

There is something out there to protect humanity against. 

ebuddies:

a series of unfortunate eyebrows