

Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.

Winter is coming
A Storm of Swords (George R. R. Martin)
the worst thing is how happy they all used to be before this ugh
(via sylphofsugarplums)

A Song of Ice and Fire anime
Can I come to your house?
I’m caught in the ropes and the wires
The sun settles hard in the south
Winter lives in my bones
It’s all I’ve known.