we both know
that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
All my life men like you have sneered at me. And all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.
“The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. ‘In this light she could almost be a beauty’, he thought. ‘In this light she could almost be a knight’."—A Storm of Swords (for diet-ragles)
