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The Other Blog

@asymmetricaldancy / asymmetricaldancy.tumblr.com

The multifandom/anything I want to post blog of Hannibalcannibaldancy,
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I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon. But then she remembered what Dontos had told her in the godswood. Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim.

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I never really thought I’d hit 300 followers when I made this blog… not quite a year ago yet. Hell, it’s 313 now. I wasn’t even sure I’d be here that long when I started, but I’m definitely not going anywhere now.

I’m kind of amazed though, because I didn’t really have many friends back then, but now, and I dunno about you, but I like to think of all of you as my friends. My mutuals especially, and I know we don’t talk a lot, but considering how bad my anxiety used to be, I talk to you guys on here more than I talk to most people. I wasn’t exaggerating when I used to say, in the first few months that I had the blog, “I’ve talked to more people online than I’ve talked to in the last six months!”

Seriously, you’ve helped me so much. Knowing all of you and talking to you, I made so much progress with my anxiety. So… while I don’t guess this is a lot to do, thanks so much for being here. I love you guys.

ps. I know I probably missed a few people but if we’re mutuals, that means you’re supposed to be on this!

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Thank you so much <3

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palpattine

Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. “The Past Tense,” I suppose you’d call it. Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss… the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although, why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit… you can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.”

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