Elin. 20. Stockholm.


benefits of being friends with me

  • shitty jokes whenever you ask for them
  • shitty jokes whenever you don’t ask for them



I’ll never understand people who don’t drink alcohol

Maybe they know what alcohol can do to people, maybe they fear liver failure, maybe they had a family member or friend that died from an alcohol related accident, maybe they don’t feel the need or desire to drink, it’s really not that hard to comprehend


Once you get a taste of sleeping next to someone, sleeping alone in your own bed really sucks.


I need a hug or 6 shots of vodka

She touched his face. “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that.” She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”
There was no tenderness in the kiss he returned to her, only hunger. Her mouth opened for his tongue. “No,” she said weakly when his lips moved down her neck, “not here. The septons…”
“The Others can take the septons.” He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles aside and lifted her up onto the Mother’s altar, pushing up her skirts and the silken shift beneath. She pounded on his chest with feeble fists, murmuring about the risk, the danger, about their father, about the septons, about the wrath of gods. He never heard her. He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart.
One hand slid up her thigh and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moon’s blood was on her, but it made no difference.
“Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. “Yes,” Cersei said as he thrust, “my brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.” She kissed his ear and stroked his short bristly hair. Jaime lost himself in her flesh. He could feel Cersei’s heart beating in time with his own, and the wetness of blood and seed where they were joined.
George R.R. Martin, A storm fo swords (via queencersei)


I know everybody is freaking out (justified) about how show!Jamie was made into a rapist, but can we talk about Sandor as well

Because book!Sandor gets offered honest work for honest money too, and he accepts it and chops wood for like, two weeks, until the villagers ask him to leave because they are afraid to get in trouble with sheltering the Hound and book!Sandor just nods and leaves

And show!Sandor pretends to do the same, but then beats the farmer up and steals all his money and food and runs off, and I dunno, that sounds like something Gregor would do

1.03 // 4.03



just a small town girl. Living in a racist, insensitive, sexist, homophobic world,

(cant take the midnight train ‘cause im fuckin scared)


  #puppies #dogs

#puppies #dogs


if you’re considering sending anon hate

hopefully these things will calm you down enough for you to realise that sending hate to people isn’t a good thing at all