What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms … or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
black-boys:
Anthony Lucas by Joel Slocum
Avatars 200x320; Emilia Clarke
“I think it’s one of those things like they either kill each other or have sex…maybe both!” -Kit Harington