TEQUILA MOCKINGBIRD

searchin for life, gaspin' for air
heartbroken, disrepair

wintersansa:

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. (…) I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. 

(via lady-arryn)

They send for a cask of Arbor gold, to toast good King Joffrey and his wise and benevolent Hand. At that Cersei lost patience. “It’s swords Joff needs, not toasts,” she snapped. “His realm is still plagued with would-be usurpers and self-styled kings.”

“But not for long, I think,” said Varys unctuously.

(Source: jaimelannister, via llannisters)

It must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next, serving whichever Lord or Lady you fancy.

(Source: leaveatrail, via llannisters)