25 miles of biking in 3 hours. Straight into the unknown. No, seriously, we had no idea where the fuck we were. Somehow ended up in Queens? That was odd. 
I think we discovered the 6th Borough.  

shesfineshesnarrating:

The Rains of Castamere - The National

From Tonight’s episode of Game of Thrones.

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saudade-tua:

observando:

WANT!

Suddenly, the ball ruptures. Air starts escaping at a rapid pace and you are no longer able to remain afloat. The plastic covering begins to droop and surround you, clinging to your skin. You’re sinking, trapped in this plastic death bag. Now you’re dead. YEP. 

If the ball ruptured, why not just widen the rupture using your hands and wriggle out? 

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redasrain:

haha hodor indeed, hodor hodor

Interestingly enough, my hunch is that Hodor has a neurological condition called Broca’s Aphasia, and is therefore only able to say the word “Hodor”. However, he can definitely think quite normally. So a chapter from his POV would be very interesting and revealing of who that man behind the HODOR really is. 

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smktty:

He really should have. In her funholes. Man, this Jon Snow guy. It’s like he knows nothing.

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Last day of Freshman year. I can hardly believe I was taking my chem final this morning, it seems like that was so long ago. Hell, even dinner seems like it was a while ago, time passes slow when there are a grand total of 7 people on your ~60 person floor. Nothing to do tonight, thankfully a bit of Sam’s vodka helped me get through. Everything is pretty much packed, just need to move it into the car and clean the room a bit when dad comes tomorrow. Can’t believe it’ll be 3.5 months till I see the Pack again, and our living conditions will be so different. I’m sad I missed out on visiting Sheldon and Doug in Hawaii with the rest of the crew, but us east coast kids can’t afford that kind of shit. Except for Leah. But yeah.
Don’t really have a job or anything lined up for the summer either so I need to work something out.
It’ll be wonderful to see my girlfriend and the Brooklyn crew again though. I miss my bff’s, the park, the marsh, good pizza and cheap asian food. Speaking of the marsh, I think they finally reopened the eastern half this summer. Should be cool, I should call Ben up to check it out. On that note I’m fucking amazed, because I just realized Ben and I have pretty much had each others backs for 15 years now come September. Shit, it’s hard to just grasp that length of time.
Hard to believe this is the last time I sleep in this room, in this bed. It was stressful, the most I’ve ever actually needed to apply myself, but it was fun, and I’ll miss this room a bit I think. Freshman year is over, and I’m still hanging in there. Good night, reader.

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By this time next week, I will be home. It’s odd how I only stress about the exams in the subjects I hate. To be fair, I’m not doing too hot in them. When people complain that they need an 85+ or something on the final for an A in the class, it makes me feel terrible, because I know, even if I get a 100%, I’m still getting a B, max, although my likely test grades give me a C, which is fucking disgusting and shameful. I thought I could break the “low self esteem in subject-go to test and draw blanks as I panic” cycle, but I guess not. At least I have bio and writing too boost my gpa I suppose. Hopefully once I start to like all my subjects it’ll be less stressful.

introversions:

كيف هو جميل ان
يمكنك أن تؤلف قصيدة
واستخدام مترجم جوجل
لجعل نفسك تبدو وكأنها
يمارس الجنس مع الطنانة

How beautiful it is that
You can make up a poem
And use Google translate
To make yourself look like
A pretentious fuck

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