Luna. 18. Spain. ||
Mido el tiempo con canciones para la distancia. Generar incendios de nieve era mi rutina preferida hasta que el destino me alcanzó camino a L.A. || Si está en mi cabeza, está en las TAGS.
One day she came back grinning her honey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covererd in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.