My blog consists mainly of ASoIaF (focusing on Tyrion and Sansa, my forever faves), incestuous otps, the Green Bay Packers liveblogging, pictures of my face, some philosophical shit, and fashions that would undoubtedly look AWESOME on me.

You cannot truly know me until you know my other half.

He was my own blood, my big strong brother. When I was small he brought me toys, barrel hoops and blocks and a carved wooden lion. He gave me my first pony and taught me how to ride him . When he said that he had bought you for me, I never doubted him. Why would I? He was Jaime, and you were just some girl who’d played a part. I had feared it from the start, from the moment you first smiled at me and let me touch your hand. My own father could not love me. Why would you if not for gold?