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- He probably just moved. Nobody stays perfectly still for their entire MRI.
- Yeah, he probably got restless, and shifted one hemisphere of his brain to a more comfortable position.

Sansa appreciation week » Day 6: Sansa + colour


so much mental traffic in the universe. solitude is the only peace.

so much mental traffic in the universe. solitude is the only peace.

The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good. Death and life. Everywhere, opposites.

“Fear can make you kind. It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing under the bed, or in the dark, so long as you know it’s okay to be scared of it. So listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. You’re always gonna be afraid. Even if you learn to hide it. Fear is like… a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that’s okay. Because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home. I’m gonna leave you something, just so you remember. Fear can make companions of us all.”

sansalayned:

The throne is mine, as Robert’s heir. That is law. After me, it must pass to my daughter.

Shireen and Stannis Baratheon ± book quotes (requested by anonymous.)

arya appreciation week: one season

"My father is Hand of the King. I’m not a boy, I’m Arya Stark of Winterfell, and if you lay a hand on me my father will have both your heads on spikes. Now, are you going to let me by, or do I need to smack you on the ear to help your hearing?"

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

I gave Brandon my favor to wear, and never comforted Petyr once after he was wounded, nor bid him farewell when Father sent him off. And when Brandon was murdered and Father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned’s face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty.