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In my secret garden, I'm looking for a flower, waiting for my finest hour. I still believe after all, I still believe and I fall.

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your beauty is quite offensive - Ryan Gosling

Bones, Catelyn thought. This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the father of my children. His hands were clasped together over his chest, skeletal fingers curled about the hilt of some longsword, but they were not Ned’s hands, so strong and full of life. They had dressed the bones in Ned’s surcoat, the fine white velvet with the direwolf badge over the heart, but nothing remained of the warm flesh that had pillowed her head so many nights, the arms that had held her. The head had been rejoined to the body with fine silver wire, but one skull looks much like another, and in those empty hollows she found no trace of her lord’s dark grey eyes, eyes that could be soft as a fog or hard as sone. They gave his eyes to crows, she remembered.

She gazed down at the bones that were all that remained of her lord and love. “Now leave me, all of you. I would be alone with Ned tonight.”

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Rashida Jones @ the 2012 Vanity Fair Oscar Party on February 26, 2012 in West Hollywood, California.