slam dunk me into the nearest trash can

dysfunctional and dangerous

they would have no claim on me if i did not desire it
for i belong to myself,
i am only my own—
half flowering creation,
half blistering hellfire.


"No one will ever marry me for love"

A Storm of Swords, Chapter 68


"Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces."

"They would have thrown you through the moon door if they found you guilty."

"That’s not an answer." 

"You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite."