We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: and we’ll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins; who’s in, who’s out; And take upon ‘s the mystery of things, As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out, In a walled prison, packs and sets of great ones That ebb and flow by the moon

We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: and we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too,
Who loses, and who wins; who’s in, who’s out;
And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,
As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,
In a walled prison, packs and sets of great ones
That ebb and flow by the moon

(via redviper)


“From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be Queen.”

“From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be Queen.”


Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety; other women cloyThe appetites they feed; but she makes hungryWhere most she satisfies: for vilest thingsBecome themselves in her, that the holy priestsBless her when she is riggish. 
Cersei Lannister - My Regina

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies: for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.

Cersei Lannister - My Regina


 “He’s always, always in my mind—not as a pleasure,          any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.He’s more myself than I am.  Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“He’s always, always in my mind—not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”


I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here.  Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken  this place. I believe I have seen hell and it’s white, it’s snow-white.

I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it’s white, it’s snow-white.