Bran’s Summer came last. He was silver and smoke, with eyes of yellow gold that saw all there was to see. Smaller than Grey Wind, and more wary. Bran thought he was the smartest of the litter.
Part of you is Summer, and part of Summer is you.
during baekhyun's high note in what is love
hitting “publish” instead of “answer privately”:
hitting “answer privately” instead of “publish”:
even getting a fucking message