It’s both amusing and frustrating that on a daily basis I’m mistaken for a 15 -12 year old and most people don’t believe me when I show them my ID. It makes ordering alcoholic drinks a very awkward experience.
"But in spite of that, I believe it’s true. I hear the nurse’s words again. I am running the show. Everyone is waiting on me. I decide. I know this now. And it terrifies me more than anything else that has has happened today"
I have this urge to reblog everything sansa x margaery (no particular reason, I just feel like it) but I’m pretty sure that’ll be going overboard.