Who Needs An Espresso When You're As Bitter As Me?

when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

omg u think ancient greece is for morally good progressive leftist girls n gays n ancient rome is for ontologically bigoted n violent cishet white men? shld we tell everyone? shld we throw a party? shld we invite the song of achilles

Yeah, I meeeaan. I remember starting this blog just because of Aegon, because I wanted to say so much after the first season. But after the second one? I didn't care anymore, I just don't feel anything, I'm not interested in what's going on in the fandom - and to be honest, there's no fandom anymore. I've never even reviewed individual scenes from the second season, I just feel sick when I think about it.

Aemond Nation return from the grave

bearer of the curse known as 'i find it boring when characters in historical fiction think, feel, behave and sound exactly like modern-day people'