There’s no happy ending with me.

cinyma:

A Serious Man (2009)

they shouldn’t be surprised when we come back to haunt them

slayground:

When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike. Even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.

The big white direwolf would not lie still. He paced from one end of the armory to the other, past the cold forge and back again. “Easy, Ghost,” Jon called. “Down, Sit, Ghost, Down.” Yet when he made to touch him, the wolf bristled and bared his teeth.

In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered.

songsofwolves:

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