shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
this one’s for you
I know him. The small one. His name is Polliver. He captured us and took us to Harrenhal. He killed Lommy.
Can I lay by your side, next to you, and make sure you’re alright? I’ll take care of you - and I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you tonight. [x]