ok so i often say how i need a boyfriend/attention/love but as soon as a man pays attention to me i’m creeped tf out. like when i say i need a boyfriend i mean i need one (1) man named thomas stanley holland to be my boyfriend.
“All that Syrio Forel had taught her went racing through her head. Swift as a deer. Quiet as shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.”
i imagine jessamine as someone who delights in fashion, but sticks to relatively simple pieces for herself. lots of solid colors (especially black) with bold, opposing accents, and beautiful jewels, but tastefully selected. as soon as i saw this 1930′s Valentina evening dress, i had to draw it!