I saw people’s reactions and some were harsh. Not to the point where I’m going to kill myself but I thought “I’m sorry I’m not your Finnick. Trust me, when I read the book, I didn’t see me as Finnick either!”
Emilia Clarke attends the Vanity Fair Oscar Party (2014)
(…) this was a bitter, tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and men. He served, but found no pride in service. He fought, but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him.
She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
does anyone else suddenly feel insanely insecure when someone incredibly attractive looks you in the eye
The Major Arcana (tarot) - Games of Thrones edition
She wished the Rush would rise and wash the whole city away, Flea Bottom and the Red Keep and the Great Sept and everything, and everyone too, especially Prince Joffrey and his mother. But she knew it wouldn’t, and anyhow Sansa was still in the city and would wash away too. When she remembered that, Arya decided to wish for Winterfell instead.
My girl of Ice and Fire