ridddermark: moodboard: dís daughter of thráin…

ridddermark:

moodboard: dís daughter of thráin ii

but what are you supposed to do? time moves forward like floodwater and it sweeps away everything behind it. a week becomes two, becomes a month, and the hollowness closes over, little by little, as the days stitch together the jagged edges of what’s left behind. (x)