My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.


happy birthday gerri


Sansa: But shouldn’t I love Joffrey, your grace?
Cersei
: You can try, little dove.


cristinmilioti:

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come




my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.









TC