We’re sort of like a team…
The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out
are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?
like idk dan you figure it out
As has always been the case, I don’t require your help.
Why the hell do you need an arrow that comes back to you after you shoot it, Clint? - Because…boomerang.
Jojen was so solemn that Old Nan called him “little grandfather,” but Meera reminded Bran of his sister Arya. She wasn’t scared to get dirty, and she could run and fight and throw as good as a boy. She was older than Arya, though; almost sixteen, a woman grown. They were both older than Bran, even though his ninth name day had finally come and gone, but they never treated him like a child. ― Bran IV, A Clash of Kings.