“I wish I was home”, she said miserably. She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but some times she felt she was a little girl after all.
Tag: got
Come
on, carry your flame
Carry
it higher
Even
in the darkness
Carry
your torches
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark
you forgot to ask if i’m a liar.
He would not run. He could not run.
Yesssssss babe ❤️👏🏻
Pretend to be who?
Theon Greyjoy.
The breeches too, Reek. Take them off.
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Best wishes on your wedding!
“I will never hurt her. You have my word.”
My Type is Homicidal 