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Seems like I’ve spent my entire life poised somewhere between boredom and anxiety, staring out the window somewhere, in a quiet panic, listening to the wind and waiting for the other shoe to drop. What I didn’t know, what I know now, is that once it does, once the silence is broken by the thud of the black boot finally hitting the floor, there’s a kind of peace to it, a snap of relief, like the jolt out of bed before falling asleep.
It’s the tension of not knowing that gives fear free reign to run rampant and make up stories and make it worse and then even worse, spinning tales of failure and no hope and why even try. It lets it take over until fear is all there is and all there will ever be cause that’s what you’re used to. Just fear fear fear.
But once you know what it is you’ve been hiding from, what it is that’s been keeping you up at night, you almost want to laugh out loud that you spent your whole life dreading it. You might as well be scared of the stars.
Hick, Andrea Portes (via cara-oswald)
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outerspacecake:

prepgoth:

sing us a song, youre the piano man

quilly joel

30 May ♡ 336,963 notes(source)+reblog
must get Clem a piano
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You are not lost. You are here. Stop abandoning yourself. Stop repeating this myth about love and success that will land in your lap or evade you forever. Build a humble, flawed life from the rubble, and cherish that. There is nothing more glorious on the face of the earth than someone who refuses to give up, who refuses to give in to their most self-hating, discouraged, disillusioned self, and instead learns, slowly and painfully, how to relish the feeling of building a hut in middle of the suffocating dust.
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pigmenting:

sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.

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floralfreckle:

mystique 31.01.16

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moonlitgleek:

Oh but how I love that scene where Sansa gives Jon the cloak.

It’s such a sweet moment between them, especially after Jon’s silent disquiet in the meeting but it’s so much more than just that. It’s a smart calculated move on Sansa’s part, both in relation to Jon and Northern lords they are trying to rally.

For Jon, it’s something to ease the hurt their meeting has caused. Sansa has been treating Jon like a trueborn sibling but the truth is that he is not and they have to acknowledge that. And while Jon knows that, his hurt was still obvious in the meeting. Sansa’s actions since last episode aimed at changing the othering that Jon has experienced all his life, and I don’t imagine that Jon ever got the chance to look so Stark in his life.

But this is also Sansa utilizing things that fandom has looked down upon and deemed superficial and showing them as the political instruments they truly are. Her interest in things like sewing and parties and courtesy has always been mocked but in medieval societies, things like these are crucial and sometimes the only political instruments afforded to women. Tradition and how people present themselves matter in politics, and that’s the angle Sansa plays.

It’s up to Jon and Sansa to rally the North by appealing to their loyalty but the honest truth is that they are at a disadvantage. She is a woman. He is a bastard. She has been used as a political pawn by both Lannisters and Boltons, and would be doubted as a leader. He let the wildlings beyond the wall. They are going to the Northern houses with an army of wildling and those who used to fight for Stannis at their back, which is bound to draw suspicion and resistance. Their mission isn’t as easy as Sansa made it seem like in that meeting.

So she makes sure that their looks is as outwardly Stark as she could. She sews a huge ass wolf emblem on her chest and puts Jon in a cloak that is sure to invoke an image of Ned Stark. She means for the Northern lords to see the North in them, to see Ned and Robb Stark, whom they trusted and fought for. This also presents her and Jon as a unified unit in front of the Northern houses, the two remaining Starks, and puts a lid on any suspicion cast upon Jon’s motivation for fighting for Winterfell. She can not call Jon a Stark but she can present him as one. Sansa is invoking the Northern loyalty, riling up their emotions and reminding them that there are still Starks to fight for simply through how she and Jon present themselves, before even uttering a word.

Sansa may not be experienced in the art of war but this is a game she has all the proper means to play.

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petitetimidgay:

catsfurever:

get u a girl who cant do either

my time to shine

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awwww-cute:

Noodles likes to shake hands when meeting new people (Source: http://ift.tt/20JRP8u)

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