I would constantly hold my breath, hoping Cersei would reach her cup toward a terrified servant and demand “More wine.”
Retroactively, every moment of the show is stained with sadness and finality — the last time Rachel and Finn kiss, the last time Finn sings
The thing about summer romance is that the kisses are always better.
Running from the sadness is what will exhaust you, not feeling it.
They gave me this drug once. It was called “adventure”. It was injected, a bite, into my brain and filled every cortex, every lobe, every bit of matter.