

SUPERNATURALLY TAN AND THE MOOSAPUNZEL
(Source: anathemarmotqueen, via kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk)
“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 direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.”
Power is a curious thing. Who lives? Who dies? Power resides where men believe it resides. It’s a trick. A shadow on the wall.