lucyeldridgeillustration:

I painted some rooftops of Paris to post to someone. 

I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell. She turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell, the taste of innocence, the taste of dreams.

songsofwolves:

t h e   b e a r   a n d   t h e   m a i d e n   f a i r 

Game of Thrones house sigils

every lonely monster needs a companion.

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

vixenelle:

JOHN WILLIAM GODWARD, Athenais, 1908 (detail)

aryastork:

The Great Houses of Westeros ruling the Stormlands, the Reach, the Westerlands, and the Iron Islands.

They say he can’t be killed.

lionswolf:

Broken dreams and silent screams

jensineeckwall:

How to Make Snow, watercolor

buttghosts:

Maxime Chillemi

ev-anouir:

Spirit Island…. Alberta, Canada

the hour you can't miss.

jezuskurwaajapierdole:

 jezuskurwajapierdole:

Elie Saab Haute Couture Spring-Summer 2012