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Blood.

Do you hear the screams of them, as you take and take and take? You never stop taking, right? Because the world took so much from you. It’s fair, right? Even as you dig your hands into their chest and pull, trying to rip apart something that has hurt you. Even as they grasp weakly at your wrists, sobbing and pleading, saying that they’re sorry. It must have hurt. Hurt much more than this for you to do it. Their chest heaves and you hold their heart in your hands. It looks the same as yours. Isn’t that interesting?

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Although she can quite easily come out as motherly mannered, Lyanna is terrified of the idea of motherhood. Her ancestral Home and the maddening relegation to the domestic sphere, her mind's parallelism of childbirth and insanity, witnessing her own mother suppressing her desires and needs and steadily submitting to the patriarch husband –are all occurrences that gave a grotesque insidiousness to the concept of being a mother. The trauma of womanhood feeds the House and gives it strength. So, the girl became ensnared by its hauntings. The past overstays it's welcome and torments her still, a wound so raw and deep that even to brush against it is to become a conduit of her primal violence. So why would she willingly submit a child to this cycle?

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

tagged. stolen from @praesidi

patron saint of houses

but not of homes. only the shells of what keeps us enclosed. houses can be decorated or well-built or crumbling or haunted but only a home can truly be warm; you are the patron saint of that lack.

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One of the more insidious beliefs, bestowed upon Lyanna from her father's generous hands, that she had to deconstruct is that "negative emotions", especially anger, are sinful or bad. As a grown adult she knows it isn't beneficial to transfuse any inherent malevolence into emotions. As a girl, though, she was made to learn that anger specifically gave away information about mistreatment, injustice, boundaries being crossed and disrespect. She was made to believe she didn't deserve to feel angry, to pause and notice the feeling, to find it in her body and validate it; because she was evil by nature, evil simply by blood, evil just for existing. And people that are dissociated from their anger are much easier to control. That was probably one of the most significant points about her relationship with her father. For men in the likes of him, it is much easier to get away with harming one that struggles to identify when they're being wronged, and are being called "sinful" when they do identify it. Her house was a sickness, her father was God and her greatest fear has forever been that she's made in his image.

Lyanna, a girl or God's little lamb soon to be slaughtered.

Stolen from: @kerothi

Recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can

You've been told that the way you love can never last, and that heartbreak is inevitable. But you don't want to love carefully. You want to love with reckless abandon. You want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. You don't want them to worry about tomorrow. Make today worth living for.