Currently battling (and hopefully winning) major depressive and anxiety disorder.
This blog is a clusterfuck of whatever I want. I would check my archives out before you decide to follow just so you won't, you know, be shocked or some shit when the gay sex pops up in between the Harry Potter and puppies. J/S.
Things I love:
Black Dagger Brotherhood
Game of Thrones
Leah Clearwater is my Patronus.
Wand: Silver Lime with Dragon core; 12 1/2 in, very flexible.
Sorted Gryffindor on Pottermore,
RAVENCLAW in my HEART.
He missed his true brothers: little Rickon, bright eyes shining as he begged for a sweet; Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion; Bran, stubborn and curious, always wanting to follow and join in whatever Jon and Robb were doing. He missed the girls too, even Sansa, who never called him anything but “my half brother” since she was old enough to understand whatbastard meant. And Arya… He missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had… Yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him.