you come into MY house, you call MY otp a BROMANCE
"sorry that was my last piece of gum"
i know, i know. We must battle on.
have you ever looked a horse in their eyes?? there is absolutely nothing going on in there. no remorse or regret. horses dont have souls and cant be held morally accountable for their earthly sins and this is why i fucking hate horses
i liked how bran put his hand on the tree and it was like
'previously on game of thrones…..'
"…Obi-Wan, you’re sure there isn’t anything of value left on board?" “A few containers of supplies, the Queen’s wardrobe, maybe.”
theres no cliche i love more than the ‘hate eachother at first - end up banging at the kitchen floor after months of pent up sexual frustration and passive aggressive innuendos’ cliche