She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

Sansa appreciation week » Day 3: favourite season/book →  A Storm of Swords

Mona Vanderwaal in Taking This One to the Grave

"I just saw the face of God a sad little puppy. His name is Brian Kinney.”

someone that has a strong connection to you.

unspoken, of course.

The act of forehead touching is a symbol of a strong romantic bond.

we’re supposed to take care of each other

This is your birth.

Spencer Hastings » A Dark Ali (5x10)