Kristina. 21. L.A.
I collect old photographs, read books, watch movies, and listen to music.
I collect old photographs, read books, watch movies, and listen to music.
“You’re mine,” she whispered. “Mine, as I’m yours.”
Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
It’s you and me that matters to me and you.
