robb, 17, westeros. king in the north. chances are you know my name, but NOT my story. fuck lannisters. fuck joffrey. fuck betrothals (lmao love my baby talisa two months strong <3). fuck moms i dont need your shit. fuck people who think a throne is theirs by rights… (lol you know who i mean.) living my life, you can stay mad. i do not give one single fuck. WINTER IS COMING BITCHEZ.
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
Like once I made the mistake of saying:
"Hey, I knew you when I dated the wrong person and I was a mess (god I was a mess) but I wish I could have said "Fuck this guy who doesn’t care enough, I’m what you want" but we cant change the past but I am so fucking glad for the part of me that said, "YOU! Yes, you. You were amazing and one-of-a-kind and I remember your face and I want you in my life."
I want you in my life.
Brunswick stew, rum, a fire on the deck and the goddamn love of my life.
A pretty good Sunday.