psycopath:d

Babe, 

Oh I keep missing you more it seems. 

I know we’re friends, but I feel distant lately. 

I know you have your girlfriend who you love very much and life gets in the way, but then I remember how things used to be. 

I miss hearing your voice when you called me on your way home, and you skyping me until I fall asleep. 

I just wish I could wake up to you one more time. 

You’re the only one I feel comfortable spilling my anxieties to and it’s hard when you’re not as available. 

But life goes on, I guess. I’ll just be drifting. 

Love, 

Princess 

It’s 5am and I wish my girlfriend is awake right now. I need a cuddle. That fucking Camren fanfic frustrated the shit out of me. Fucking puta.

To Camren fanfic authors: If you plan on not updating for more than a month, please don’t leave a cliffhanger where Lauren or Camila cheats or gets into an accident. Tangina niyo naman heartless niyo po eh. Hijo de puta por favor deja de jugar con nuestros corazones! Qué cabron! 🙄

dani,

eu acho que é isso então. foi bom enquanto durou, não é mesmo? só queria que você soubesse que sempre vou guardar um pedacinho de ti no lugar mais bonito do meu coração. te desejo toda a felicidade do mundo. mas também desejo que você sinta a minha falta.

para sempre sua,
stefani.

David, 

     I can’t tell you this yet, but I am so excited about you.  We met in a bar and were both stupid drunk and I thought you wouldn’t text me even though you asked for my number.  But you did, and you have been, and we have so much in common.  I am afraid.  I don’t know if I should even feel hopeful about having something with you.  But that’s the thing, I suppose.  We don’t get to choose who we connect with.  We just do.  And I hope it is you… I so hope it is you.  

Nicole

“Hodor.” Hodor shifted his weight, and Bran with it. He was tired. They had been walking for hours. At least he’s not afraid. Bran was scared of this place, and almost as scared of admitting it to the Reeds. I’m a prince of the north, a Stark of Winterfell, almost a man grown, I have to be as brave as Robb.

Sansa was tempted to beg off. I could tell him that my tummy was upset, or that my moon’s blood had come. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and pull the drapes. I must be brave, like Robb, she told herself, as she took her lord husband stiffly by the arm.

“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.

starklings calling on robb’s strength and bravery

Originally posted by evilbjork

Yeah, I’ve seen that pointed out, and considering Sans’ apparent ability to manipulate where doors go, that wouldn’t be too far fetched, except it’s not the only problem I found?? Here’s their house from the outside:

And then a view of the inside reveals:

Where’s that extra space??? inside?? There’s a window right in the middle of it so it can’t be walled off.

I really don’t know what to do with it. :’D