forget it j a k e,

it's c h i n a t o w n.

fare-thee-well

tales that i tell

the g r e y

"  once more into the fray

into the last good fight i'll ever know

live and die on this day

live and die on this day  "

oh, my sweet summer child

" what do you know of fear?

 fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north.

fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the dire wolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.  "

a game of thrones, 240

they say

count your age with friends but not years..