All These Podcasts And Think Pieces About The Epidemic Of Lonely Men… Baby That’s Called Natural

happy if i look back i am lost sunday from snoopy

jon you have to stop. you smoke too tough, your swag too different etc etc

Winter in King’s Landing:

Jaehaera and Morghul

Funniest thing GRRM could do w the Vale plot in TWOW is have someone organize a nice, relaxing, attendance mandatory, good old-fashioned snowball fight to ease tensions and then have Alayne Stone hitting Littlefinger in the gourd w that Patented Starkling 500mph Fastball TM and killing that man stone dead.

me, shaking and nauseous: i don’t feel that good

one of my medieval peasant hallucinations keeping me company: mæg ic forleten cwycgan ænne fulle mete?

me: henry i don’t think i’d be able to keep it down at this point

my other medieval peasant hallucination: henry you know how to speak modern english. stop being pretentious

henry: nē ic wile nāt

one of my new (first) piercings seemed infected and it was bothering me so i took it out to clean it and then i couldn’t get it back in so i had to force it through and now my ear. hurts

if my friend brienne was in westeros circa dance of dragons none of that would have happened. her pure heart and beautiful blue eyes would have saved everyone. "x would blow her up with dragonflame" no the dragons would recognise her as a kind soul like unicorns

dany shouldn’t be at the club she should be at the barn that she mucks out as a summer job forming an unbreakable psychospiritual bond with the horse that no one before her could ride (he’s misunderstood) and then they go to City and win Big Show together so he doesn’t have to be put down for his behavioral issues and also he finally jumps the water obstacle (reoccurring metaphor for the struggles they’ve gone through as a team) and she makes enough prize money to buy him forever the final shot is of her bareback riding him into the sunset as a pop song about being free from 2010 plays in the background. if you even care.

me and the tumblr mutuals running away to join a convent and wife ourselves to the lord and live an ascetic life in an attempt to find true purpose and holiness only to end up spiraling and craving human connection that is tangible and real to the point that the feeling of another novitiate’s touch leaves us completely turned upside down confused about what desire really is and unable to tell the difference between love lust and loneliness (and the secret fourth L: lesbianism)