I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING
She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
my life is pretty much when you throw something on your bed and it bounces until it falls on the floor
If it fails, no harm done anyway, right?