whenever “strong female characters” insult men by calling them girls my eyes roll so far back in my head i can see my brain cells die
what if one day grrm just out of nowhere dropped the winds of winter on us like beyoncé
To be like Bey it’d have to be an ebook. Which, I guess, would save all our poor little wrists from holding those damn heavy 800+ pages of family fun and death.
Anytime I do anything with anyone during December: ‘But eh - maybe we could make it to Christmas!’