I'm having a hard time doing lunges coz I bend the knee to no one because I know no king but the king in the north whose name is Stark. I don't care if he's a bastard. Ned Stark's blood runs through his veins. He's my king from this day until his last day.
What do you call this situation? Like swooning and stuff over a "crush" but you end up realizing that you don't want them, instead you want to be them?
Likeeeee I like you but I don't want you, I want to be like you?
UGH.
How many pieces of clothing a month can you buy for it to be considered "healthy" spending?
I would go years without buying a single new thing, and I am trying to unlearn that.