What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
geographic-isolation reblogged this from ima-lionheart
geographic-isolation liked this
ima-lionheart reblogged this from danielfaraday
oxfordsonnets reblogged this from danielfaraday
f4irysung liked this
rosemaire liked this
this-url-is-no-longer-available liked this
waxedpaperdoor reblogged this from malyen0retsev
glitterycosmo liked this
ladelasmalasdecisiones liked this
mybrainishealthy liked this
supernaturaldirewolf reblogged this from tyrellen
hotharreh liked this
rozi-ee liked this
bellameblake reblogged this from visenyatargaryen-archive
skywaelker reblogged this from danielfaraday