you only need songs when you’re young

i was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ‘round their throats

the more she struggled the more the throne engulfed her

Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.

we are shining, and we will never be afraid again

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though.

And maybe he can pass down to you the ways of tea and failure.