“One day, I wanted to make my mum a perfume myself. So I went outside to pick all the roses in the garden and then crushed them in a bowl, adding water and everything I could find. I brought it to her saying, “Hey, mum, I made this for you.” I remember as she looked out into the garden, a bit torn between the sight of her flowerless rose-bushes and this ever so cute present… Every time, the smell of roses brings back that memory.” - Kit Harington / Elle France
I loved a maid as white as winter with moonglow in her hair.
" Your mother’s dead. Before long I’ll be dead, and you and your brother and your sister and all of her children, all of us dead, all of us rotting underground. It’s the family name that lives on. It’s all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor… but family. You understand? "
For this night and all the nights to come.
Credits: Julie Decome [brightsideofmurder] @ Flickr
the young may rejoice in the new world you have built for them, but for those too old to change, there is only fear and squalor.
MAKE ME CHOOSE:
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