“...Brienne turned, and saw a ghost.
Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard.
"My lord?" she gasped.
"Lord?" The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. "I'm just a smith."
He is not Renly, Brienne realized. Renly is dead. Renly died in my arms, a man of one-and-twenty. This is a only a boy. A boy who looked as Renly had, the first time he came to Tarth. [...] And though his eyes had been that same deep blue, Lord Renly's eyes had always been warm and welcoming, full of laughter, whereas this boy's eyes brimmed with anger and suspicion.”
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
So two penguins are walking on an iceberg and one penguin says to the other, ‘It looks like you’re wearing a tuxedo.’ And the other penguin says, ‘Maybe I am,’
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Светр Саґи Андерсон у процесі… чому рукава в‘яжуться так довго? 🧶
go see this amazing play if you can, link to Nt live to find a venue near you
A walk near the crime scene.
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Роуз Меріголд, моя красотуля, я б так хотіла мати таку подругу як ти 😍
If I had a world of my own - everything will be nonsense. Nothing will be what it is, because everything will be what it isn't (c)
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