I need to write and send in a reportage by noon tomorrow and I have no idea what to write about so I’m making it up as I go along. I should have interviewed people and all that shit. fuck that. I don’t want to be a journalist so why you make me do this
Dylan and his inability to keep his laughter from erupting through his entire body.
I call this one “feeling fly in my new beanie”
brienne: can't i just rescue her right now
jaime: because technically we're not here
the only scene that matters.