The Pretty Mundane Life of a Mediocre Young Man.

William, 19. I get confused by many phases.

Perhaps magic was once a mighty force in the world, but no longer. What little remains is no more than the wisp of smoke that lingers in the air after a great fire has burned out, and even that is fading. Valyria was the last ember, and Valyria is gone.”

(Source: catfromjapan, via fuckyeahgameofthrones)