A Drink Before the War

Reblog if you’re willing to let someone message you when they feel depressed/like they might do something they will regret/sad/scared and show them that they are not alone

hey-dont-judge:

Do something good today, and be someone’s friend when they are in need :)

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Misleading Moriarty

iwaspromisedteaandcakeordeath:

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

ellev:

I just spit coffee on my computer.

juliesigona:

“Pomsky”

…WUT. DO THESE EXIST?!