#lumpyface

It’s been a while since I tried to paint like this. And by a while, I mean two-ish years? It’s not great, but it is done. 

― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows: “When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?" Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit. I smell hot bread baking. I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf. I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me.  "I don't smell anything," she said.” 

Arya Stark by ~aprilis420

but let's keep our fingers crossed and hope we can figure something out with this lump today

LUMMMMMMMMPYYYYYYYYY