graveyard girl

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One day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

I remember the first time I saw you in the throne room. I’d never seen anyone who looked so unhappy. I want very much for you to be happy, Sansa, and so does my grandmother.

ok look. look. i’ve been really patient, but there comes a time when a person’s limit has been reached and today is that day. why–WHY–why–why is the trend on tumblr now to edit gifs with a dark gray screen muting the colors and making me feel like i’m peering through 19th century industrial revolution london to see the little moving pictures??????????? “look, beryl, come over here–you can just make it out– the clones and the teen wolfs are doing something again!” “oh, maude, you’re just seeing things in the smog! now come back over here and help me sell these two dozen flowers to the gentleman in the top hat for a whole shilling!”

im glad u exist

and i’m honoured to exist at the same time as u

u r a collection of stars

and i’m so happy to be apart of your galaxy

Am I supposed to be scared?

the gods as i know them // modern gods mood board: aphrodite

Years In Music: 2005