I hate reading Sappho while I feel the same symptoms of love.
I hate when a friend tell me that I need a new boyfriend to forget terrible experiences.
Life doesn’t work that way!
"No one," she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal … but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell." (inspired by)
It’s finally March!
Yea on We Heart It
|—||Quintilian (via caius-lepus-probus)|