Lucerys before arriving at storms end

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Lucerys before arriving at storms end
Male loneliness epidemic except it’s only me and i’m not a man.
I’m spiraling down my obsession with the phantom of the opera again and i think i’ve already consumed all the related media to it and idk what to do.
Find a Hotd fanfic without incest challenge: impossible.
There is a special place in hell for people who tag their OC insert fics as x reader.
Thinking about Ser Dunk on this fine night.
"and the universe said i love you."
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Love
The fine line between love and trappment is something that haunts me. I fear falling in love with someone, and while our relationship develops, my interests and dreams will regress; I will lose sight of what has been there for me when no other living body was. My passion for art and the humanities will slowly be replaced by my commitment to my future with this person, and this keeps me up at night, for if it does happen and when it's no longer salvageable, I will live the rest of my life with resentment towards myself and my significant other.
I don’t know if I miss him or if I miss being seen and heard.
I miss the feeling of having someone listen to me when everyone else doesn’t. Those moments where you’re talking and eventually you realize no one was really listening, and your voice begins to fade away into embarrassment, but looking over and seeing their gaze on you and the relief of being seen washes over you. The warm feeling of their hand around your waist, and the shallow breaths near the back of your head when you can’t tell the difference between reality and your dreams. Knowing that no matter what happens, they’ll always be there. someone to tell about the stupid minute things that you would’ve just kept to yourself because it wouldn’t have added to the conversation with anyone else. I feel insane trying to move on when I always compare everyone else to you.
At the end I do miss him as well as the feeling of tenderness acknowledgement without the begging desperation to be seen. It was an embrace that one would never want to pull away from.
did this instead of my ap gov notes
The Dragon Dreams
Of course Dunk wasn’t going to die, that guy grew up on the streets, and everyone else are lords and princes raised in golden cradles. That’s what happens to rich people when they mess with the poor: they get burned. An incredible lesson in class politics.
Me when Baelor died even though ive been knowing this was going to happen
Guys, Baelor is literally fine, I just saw him and Maekar.
Trying to go about my day normally, but i cant finish my stats work because I'm busy thinking about Baelor Targaryen.