draw things on my back with your finger so i can fall asleep/ in love with you
There’s a word for that, The Emotionary
fuck i hate when children cry like why cant you just internalize your emotions like the rest of us
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me little sister, she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
why does leonardo dicaprio always end up dead in the water with no girlfriend
