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Day Dreaming Clouds<3

I'm so desperate for something sweet that I'm about to eat brown sugar.

I bet you love eating junk food and playing classic games too, Kim

Uk govt getting awful clise to labeling itself extremest 💀

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being aroace and also a picky eater is just a constant stream of "well how do you know you won't like it if you never try it"

I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH I'M JUST STUPID AND FORGET THAT FEELINGS NEED TO BE EXPRESSED IN ORDER FOR THEM TO BE FELT

I can picture Sansa growing up, fully internalising society's ideals for women, marrying the man her parents picked out for her.

She loves him, she must.

She's happy, she must.

And if she sometimes thinks of being stollen away by a wildling women that's no ones business but hers.