The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears tricked down his cheeks, impossibly warm.
you guys i think i just finished my freakin’ last paper.
STILL DOESN’T EXPLAIN WHY A SHERIFF IS LIKE STYLISH.
Tonight is Suits.
READY TO SEE SOME HARVEY SUFFERING
Favourite Films » American History X (1998)
Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time. It’s just not worth it.