#guiltyofthatatleast

[text; jon snoo] a douchebag, that's who [text; jon snoo] who else is coming?

[text; jon snoo] you know im always up for drinking [text; jon snoo] when and where?

[text: Jon] I am not your Mother, Jon, and I cannot love you as a Mother. 

Yes, they do. You know nothing, Jon Snow. 

"If you don’t want me to hide things in it, you should cut it."

melon - my first impression of you: "what a goofball - i like his jon *follows*"peach - what i like most about your blog: your threads are always fun to readvanilla - what i like most about you: you crack me up and are super sweetlilac - why / how i started following you: i think i found you through ygritte if i remember correctlyorange - my opinion of you now and our status: i think you’re great and we should be friends forevercoconut - a blog that reminds me of yours: fireyfreewoman​ bc as always i ship itplum - a song that reminds me of you / your blog: "some nights" - fun.sweet pea - would i go out with you: you ain’t my type and we’re both happily taken so no but i would def double-date with you and yggstrawberry - i secretly think…: *kesha voice* i like your beard

"Let me in!" Jamie yelled at the top of her lungs, pounding hard on the wooden gates. "Please, anyone- someone let me in!" Her throat was raw, her clothes were soaked with snow, and exhaustion was setting in as quickly as the sun was setting. The last thing she wanted was to be left in the northern cold and ice through the night; who knew what would find her out here? Her voice was faltering as she tried one more time, "Please- please help me!"

"We all have our strange kinks. That happens to be mine."