my impossible girl

I don’t know where I am. I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born. I live. I die. And always there’s the doctor. Always, I’m running to save the doctor again, and again, and again. And he hardly ever hears me, but I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running. Run you clever boy, and remember me.

skinnyscottish:

“Don’t steal that one, steal this one.”

odetotheponds:

“There is a time to live, and a time to sleep. You are an echo, River. Like Clara, like all of us. In the end, my fault, I know. But you should have faded by now.”

whispermen:

You blew into the world on this leaf. Hold tight. It will take you home.

… and you’re my impossible girl!

bitchesguidetoetiquette:

Flawless logic at play

Though near Robb’s age, she was slim as a boy, with long brown hair knotted behind her head and only the barest suggestion of breasts. A woven net hung from one slim hip, a long bronze knife from the other; under her arm she carried an old iron greathelm spotted with rust; a frog spear and round leathern shield were strapped to her back. - A Clash of Kings

Jojen Reed was thirteen, only four years older than Bran. Jojen wasn’t much bigger either, no more than two inches or maybe three, but he had a solemn way of talking that made him seem older and wiser than he really was. - A Storm of Swords

morihearty:

it’s the 50th anniversary

it’s very dramatic

john hurt turns to the camera

and says

‘in a land of myth and a time of magic’