“You're mine,” she whispered. “Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.”
So last night I had an absolute mental breakdown. Had an anxiety attack and started ripping my hair out, then I couldn’t breathe so I had a panic attack.
What is going on with me.
Finally some peace and quiet.
I just want my house back to myself - is that really so much to ask for?
holy crap so much Kit Harington, I’m so happy.
