House Stark. Aquarius. Gryffindor. If you are a Cersei stan, you will want me to die very soon. I am the sum of parts found in both Dean Winchester and Sansa Stark, as they play out with a distinct lack of literary grace in this mundane yet murderous world. I am both nicer and crueler than you think. My tongue is my sword, my courtesy my armor. I suffer from PTSD. I'm here for you, whoever you are.

I want a gym and I want a dog and I want a bedroom and I want fake eyelashes and I want more dresses and I want to have dance parties and I want someone to come home to me and me to feed them and I want wine and I want make up and ribbons and pearls. I want a desk and I want a bed and I want a special place for my Nook to charge and I want to the time and energy to really commit to reading like I’m still in school, even though the world won’t let me be, and I want to travel and I want to sleep with the window open and I want fresh flowers by my bed.

I’m over surviving; I want to live. Living is wanting and it feels strange.

All I do anymore is want things.

1. julietcharliehotel said: I feel the same. I don’t have an answer, though. Just… when you find yourself always wanting, it means you’re discontent. Maybe having all those things really will make you happy? I don’t know.
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