#waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

asoiaf has altered my brain chemistry because now every time i feel like killing myself i think: A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same. If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live? "I'll try" Grimacing, he took a step. "I'll try hard". And then another. "Jaime, what are you doing?" "Dying," he whispered back. "No," she said, "no, you must live." "And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live." Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand.

WHAT IF A SERVICE ANIMAL WAS A BIG BEAUTIFUL MECH THAT YOUR GRANDMA MADE YOU???

i hate how f1 was made for rich people. wdym my only merch is a lando can imported here (and costs $8) and a lego set i won???? im grateful for what i have but oh my god why does mclaren merch have to be a gazillion dollars