i canT STO P LAUGHGING
Afterward he mixed her a draught of dreamwine, with some honey so it might go down easier. “Sleep a bit, child. When you wake, all this will seem a bad dream.”
No it won’t, you stupid man, Sansa thought, but she drank the dreamwine anyway, and slept.
the constant fear of labeling someone as your best friend because they probably don’t feel the same way because no one ever likes you as much as you like them
This just makes me so happy