Brienne the Beauty, they name her… though not to her face, lest they be called upon to defend those words with their bodies. 

melancholia

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Shouldn’t we say goodbye? Won’t they wonder where we went?

For the rest of their lives. Oh, the songs they’ll write.

bespectacledpond:

hello, old friend

do you realize -- that happiness makes you cry

I’ve never met anybody who wasn’t important.

…you were fantastic.

colinmorgasms:

they’ll name a city after us

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