"Foes and false friends are all around me, Lord Davos. They infest my city like roaches, and at night I feel them crawling over me.” The fat man’s fingers coiled into a fist, and all his chins trembled. “My son Wendel came to the Twins a guest. He ate Lord Walder’s bread and salt, and hung his sword upon the wall to feast with his friends. And they murdered him. Murdered, I say, and may the Freys choke upon their fables. I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter…but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home."
Wyman Manderly, A Dance With Dragons (via yggdrasill)
“Let’s order the Chicken Wings. They’re great here.”
“Oh no. Jude hates chicken wings. We’ll have to go with something else”, came Amy’s reply.
“What are you talking about? Jude and I love the chicken wings here. It’s our favourite thing to order.” Jude’s…
I really need a crime drama set in London during the 18 hundreds that stars a female detective like you don’t understand
in every period crime drama all the ladies are either wives or hookers. we need a lady detective.
So you’re waiting for the Madame Vastra, Jenny, and Strax spinoff as well! :D
My relationship with food is complicated and you do not seem to understand that. I know what is good for me and what isn’t. But you don’t know how I’m constantly thinking about it. Quite often I’m addled with guilt and resentment several times over the course of a meal. You don’t see that struggle because I choose not to share it. It is a personal battle, one in which you have no place on either side. I have not asked for your help so I will not appreciate your comments either.
The next time you think of mentioning that I’ve eaten cake or chips or pizza or ice cream more often than I usually do, I will not apologise for ignoring or shouting or glaring at you before I walk away.