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Mr. Shelby, if I want to play the squire in your place of falce charity then I will. Ambition for respectability doesn’t make you a saint. Am I wrong?

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attack kisses: adorable from every angle (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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#got #familylove

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#robb #got

#for reasons (part 2)

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#catchingfire #katnisseverdeen #finnickodair #peetamellark

"It’s just that I didn’t understand when I met you. After your first Games, I thought the whole romance was an act on your part. We all expected you’d continue that strategy. But it wasn’t until Peeta hit the force field and nearly died that I —-." Finnick hesitates.

I think back to the arena. How I sobbed when Finnick revived Peeta. The quizzical look on Finnick’s face. The way he excused my behavior, blaming it on my pretend pregnancy. “That you what?”

"That I knew I misjudged you. That you do love him. I’m not saying in what way. Maybe you don’t know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him," he says gently. —- Mockingjay, pg. 155-156

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#ouatinwonderland #alice x cyrus

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#gameofthrones #sansastark #margaerytyrrell

"[Margaery] was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse. Her mother and grandmother followed close behind, riding in a tall wheelhouse whose sides were carved into the shape of a hundred twining roses, every one gilded and shining. The smallfolk cheered them as well.

The same smallfolk who pulled me from my horse and would have killed me, if not for the Hound. Sansa had done nothing to make the commons hate her, no more than Margaery Tyrell had done to win their love.”

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#ouat

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#gameofthrones #starkfamily

"At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.”

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#ouat

"No matter what we did, our outside showed exactly what was rotting on the inside;

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Shorn, she thought, like a sheep. She yanked the shift over her head and tossed it to the floor. “Do what you will.”

#gameofthrones #cerseilannister

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#catchingfire #katnisseverdeen

I will never reverse this journey again.

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#ouatinwonderland #willscarlett

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I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.