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Caroline. Nineteen. This is a blog about a girl who watches too much television and has a crush on Napoleon Bonaparte.
Caroline. Nineteen. This is a blog about a girl who watches too much television and has a crush on Napoleon Bonaparte.
Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here, to the capital. To see the southern knights and their painted armor, King’s Landing after dark, all the candles burning in all those windows.
Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here, to the capital. To see the southern knights and their painted armor, King’s Landing after dark, all the candles burning in all those windows.
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Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here, to the capital. To see the southern knights and their painted armor, King’s Landing after dark, all the candles burning in all those windows.
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CHAOS ISN’T A PIT. CHAOS IS A LADDER. MANY WHO TRY TO CLIMB IT FAIL AND NEVER GET TO TRY AGAIN. THE FALL BREAKS THEM. AND SOME ARE GIVEN A CHANCE TO CLIMB, BUT THEY REFUSE. THEY CLING TO THE REALM OR THE GODS OR LOVE. ONLY THE LADDER IS REAL. THE CLIMB IS ALL THERE IS.
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3.06 the climb.
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder.
