to the people who never followed me during game of thrones season?
welcome to the most intense 10 weeks of your life.
I’ve had to draw a conclusion based on what I glimpsed through the stitching of the person suit that you wear
"We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self. This accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody’s nobody."
i would follow you into hell, brother…
i would take you on my shoulders and strap you up and id be like, lets go through hell…
In this grave hour, fuck fuck fuck, perhaps the most fateful in our history, bugger shit shit.