Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
why did my neighbors name their wifi network this
[leaves this here and backs away]
#i used to beg you to listen to me but my words didn’t ever reach you #only your back and thighs and torso #never your face because we never looked at each other eye to eye #i was always on my knees #hunched over on the floor gasping for air cool the burst of warm pain spreading despite protective gear #and isn’t it strange now that i’m standing in front of a different pitcher #different from you in a thousand different ways #we face each other #but still not eye to eye #when i talk my lips shape words and my breath carries meaning #and somewhere between his ears and brain something is lost #and his lips shape words haltingly and syllabyles die in his throat and i am so angry #hope gives into a despairing feeling #different from how despite despair i had hoped two years ago #how frustrating this is #has it always been this difficult connecting to pitchers?
ORPHAN BLACK New Season 2 Trailer: This is MY life.
You know what this adultery needs? SANDWICHES.
I’m quitting this website