Hello. It appears you have stumbled upon my random little blog. Though it is random, it's quite a nice little blog. I post about things I like and spend my time here hiding from responsibility. Fashionable things, nerdy things, feminist things. Browse away and see if there are things you like. I'm Kaitie, BTW. 22. Recent graduate trying to figure things out and minimize screw ups. Fashion junkie. Coffee addict. Nanny by day, sci-fi/fantasy geek by night. House Lannister. Slytherin. Whovian. Clone Club. Hunter. And a lot of other things too.
"what are your plans for the future" *shrugs so hard that my arms detach at the shoulders and i am no longer asked any questions that arent about my missing limbs*
no emoji in the world can replace the depth of :/
*hides good snacks from family members*
there’s a word for that
hello my name is maggie and im a defensive eater..
hello maggie and welcome to defensive eaters anonymous now who took all the cookies
That would be the most stressful meeting to supply snacks for.
I waited, and so can he. I waited half my life. She had played the dutiful daughter, the blushing bride, the pliant wife. She had suffered Robert’s drunken groping, Jaime’s jealousy, Renly’s mockery, Varys with his titters, Stannis endlessly grinding his teeth. She had contended with Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, and her vile, treacherous, murderous dwarf brother, all the while promising herself that one day it would be her turn. If Margaery Tyrell thinks to cheat me of my hour in the sun, she had bloody well think again.