Jon Will Want Me, Even If No One Else Does. - Arya, ASoS

Realizing that the reason Taylor’s music is so compelling and lends itself to so much analysis is because it scratches the same kind of itch as reading novels or watching prestige TV does — there are so many recurring and complementary themes and motifs and evolving “stories” that it really rewards the part of the brain that wants to connect dots and escape into another world. (And TTPD is a masterclass in this.)

Recently watched “비밀의 숲” (“Secret Forest”) or “Stranger” as it’s called on Netflix.

Love these two.

I don't care if people ship Jonsa, but stop stealing content from Jonrya and somehow making it about Sansa when it's actually about Arya. And stop lying about Jon and Sansa's importance to each other.

Jon and Sansa rarely think about one another. Sansa thinks about Jon one time while pretending to be a bastard, and that was only after someone else brought him up. And that was the first time she thought about him since AGoT.

Jon, on the other hand, hardly thinks about Sansa either. It's Arya that he misses even more than Robb, and Arya who misses Jon the most out of all her siblings.

Jon compares Ygritte to Arya, not Sansa.

Jon wants to kill Ramsay for being betrothed to Arya, not Sansa.

Jon sends Mance to find the grey girl on a dying horse which was supposed to be Arya, not Sansa.

Jon was willing to forsake his vows to the Night's Watch for Arya, not Sansa.

Jon's favorite person in the world is Arya, and Arya's favorite person is Jon.

With The Boy and the Heron, Miyazaki really said: I accept that my legacy is out of my control, that my children may not be my successors, that this tremendous monument I've built with a lifetime of toil, this fiery blessing that simply fell out of the sky, may not continue without me, In fact, it may crumble to dust, I accept it because my children and their children are alive and well, in this imperfect world, and thats enough. Yes, I accept that this is the end, but God damn, I'll go out with a bang.

23.02.22

This is a week in my life, weirdly I have been productive because most of the time I'm in a work slump( does it make any sense? ). There's some good news and some bad improvment in my life! I am fortunate enough so that I was able to get a job aka internship and this is my 2nd month on it. Tbh, sometimes I love the work sometimes not. I'm doing regular walk, just another try to get back my life in the road, 7 days in a streak! ✨The fault in our star spread is done by my best friend ( she is moving to another city 😣) and she gifted me a complete journal ! Lucky me! And finally I convinced myself enough to move my workstation so I don't get blind in a dim lighted area.

Pomodoro is working super fine and I've been productive this week long, will post my work hours someday!

Some of the sky pictures taken from my roof!

Little Tit-Bits of thoughts -Diary blog post

Do you wonder about how mundane things are everyday but when you look back there’s so many things that reminds of you each and everyday.  Do you say to your mind or under your breath” this day sucks” but when you think, you realize they are different. I do this a lot, looking back I mean however that doesn’t mean I  don’t enjoy my present. But I look back a lot, and most of the time I go through my pages of old diary. It’s the end of 2021 and when I read my old entries, I wondered and always became astonished how different I am compared to my previous self and sometimes I wish I could go back at that time and say to myself you are doing great love, stop the self loathing thoughts. I am completing my Master this year. When I went to my campus for the very last time, I stood for a long time in front of my class building and my mind went through so many flashbacks. One of the most prominent thought was I will never be able to go through those simple times. I am an adult now and can never go back to those carefree days. I wish to enjoy and live my present more lively so that I look back to my life and can say it was a great life. New year and new situations. Hope my 2022 be brighter and full of everything.   

Big Sis?

fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language.

[text id: the world is happening in a room that i can't enter, life is happening in a gathering i am not invited to. / being unwanted is a language i am fluent in.]