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Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks […] She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. 

A Storm of Swords, Sansa VII

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i still live up to the 'smaller means angrier' stereotype.

at any point i will be thinking of richard's sikens works or virginia woolf.

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MEMBER:
quiet;
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.