dead wrong.
Senin, 17 September 2012 @ 17.42 | 0 notes

source: here.

You were my song of ice and fire. You were my winterfell. You were my king's landing. But, whether you remember as I remember it? Tell me, sweetling. Tell me like there's no tomorrow. I could stay for your existence; I could listen to your breathing; I couldn't leave you alone.

You are my fire. And my blood. The things I do; there will be pain.

This is wrong. It's nothing like the songs.