“When he knelt in the snow beside her, her eyes opened. “Jon Snow,” she said, very softly. It sounded as though the arrow had found a lung. “Is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?” “It is.” Jon took her hand.“Good,” she whispered. “I wanted t’ see one proper castle, before … before I …” “You’ll see a hundred castles,” he promised her. “The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you.” He touched her hair. “You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get you some milk of the poppy for the pain.” She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.” “We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.” “Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand.
“ Y o u k n o w n o t h i n g , J o n S n o w “
most guys are the biggest fucking dweebs
We try our best :)
Feeling pretty lonely, sad, abit depressed, angry, annoyed. No longer talking to any blood relatives feeling heart broken and used </3 :’(
Reblog this post and I’ll randomly pick a few people and I’ll write your tumblr name on me and post a picture.. And go…
I hope she does mine :D
threw out a bunch of my “work supplies”. THEPURGE.
Shouldve sold them id buy them so I could lick them