artist, reader, nature lover. time traveler enthusiast and an amatheur photographer with the feeling of permament wanderlust (also humble!)
asoiaf , elementary, orphan black, community, harry potter, welcome to night vale.
jane austen, photography & puppies
ships the doomed, non-canon couples with all the sad indie songs no regrets
p.s: henry tilney is my fictional boyfriend xo
" The woman who doesn’t need validation from anyone is the most feared individual on the planet."
" In the mêlée at Bitterbridge she had sought out her suitors and battered them one by one, Farrow and Ambrose and Bushy, Mark Mullendore and Raymond Nayland and Will the Stork. She had ridden over Harry Sawyer and broken Robin Potter’s helm, giving him a nasty scar. And when the last of them had fallen, the Mother had delivered Connington to her. This time Ser Ronnet held a sword and not a rose. Every blow she dealt him was sweeter than a kiss.
Loras Tyrell had been the last to face her wroth that day. He’d never courted her, had hardly looked at her at all, but he bore three golden roses on his shield that day, and Brienne hated roses. The sight of them had given her a furious strength."
— Brienne of Tarth
, A Feast for Crows