Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.
written by Maya Angelou (via jasfuckinq)
(Source: larmoyante, via gatisst)
Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.
(Source: renlybaratheon, via baeyern)