LIVE through the ditches and

CONNINGTON GLANCED INTO THE PIT. “THE BEAR WAS LESS HAIRY THAN THAT FREAK, I’LL—” JAIME’S GOLDEN HAND CRACKED HIM ACROSS THE MOUTH SO HARD THE OTHER KNIGHT WENT STUMBLING DOWN THE STEPS. HIS LANTERN FELL AND SMASHED, AND THE OIL SPREAD OUT, BURNING. “YOU ARE SPEAKING OF A HIGHBORN LADY, SER. CALL HER BY HER NAME. CALL HER BRIENNE.” CONNINGTON EDGED AWAY FROM THE SPREADING FLAMES ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES. “BRIENNE. IF IT PLEASE MY LORD.” HE SPAT A GLOB OF BLOOD AT JAIME’S FOOT. “BRIENNE THE BEAUTY.”

"They should remaster Bullets-" NO LET ME STOP YOU RIGHT THERE BUDDY ✋️

Also if you’re going to commit vandalism don’t dress suspicious, if you need to carry more supplies than you can carry in your hands a nondescript bag will be your best friend, make sure you have an excuse prepared for if someone sees you, and if you want to put something up high like a street light be sure you and whoever you’re with practices getting to high places before you go out

this reminds me of a series of photographs documenting how different people live in identical base apartments

I’ve always wanted