twistdmentality: Is my mother alive? Does she know about me? Where I am, where I’m going? Does she care? Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been
twistdmentality: Is my mother alive? Does she know about me? Where I am, where I’m going? Does she care? Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been
