Nevaeh

“All the color had been leached from Winterfell until only grey and white remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Even the sky was grey. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear. ”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Winter's coming in the air tonight
Feel it blowing off the park
But that don't mean that we can't take a ride
60 miles to Seaside Heights

I do the same old thing again, because it don't feel old
There's no need to reinvent, you’re sensational
Poetry in motion, swinging with your saxophone in the rain
What's this devotion? I've never felt love, not from pain
Bodies or oceans, you fill mine up with your right rain

Because you're like, poetry in motion
Sippin' on your martini in the band
What’s this devotion? You really seem like a good man
Bodies or oceans, I cling to you like your mainland

Winter's coming in the air tonight
Feel it blowin' off the park
But that don't mean that we can't take a ride
60 miles to Seaside Heights

I want the same old thing again, 'cause it don't feel old
That there's no need to reinvent you, you're sensational
You're poetry in motion, swinging with your saxophone in the rain
What's this devotion? I never felt love, not from pain
Bodies or oceans, you lift mine up with your right rain

Because you're like poetry in motion
Sippin' on your martini in the band
What’s this devotion? You really feel like a good man
Bodies or oceans, mhm

On the cover of life is a picture of a man
Just like she's alive again, and everyone
Doesn't matter if you're a

One, two, three

Because you're like poetry in motion
Swinging with your saxophone in the bar
What's this devotion? Built with metal and with guitar
Bodies or oceans, wash over all my scars,

Because you're like poetry in motion
Swingin' with your martini in the band
What's this emotion? You really seem like a good man
Bodies or oceans, I cling to you like your mainland”
― Lana Del Rey

“I wore diamonds for the birth of your baby
For the birth of your son
On the same day, my husband-to-be
Packed his things to run
Was bittersweet to say the least
One life begins, one comes undone
I've always been a strong woman of faith
Strong like a tree, but the unlucky one

I'm going down now
With all of my

Fine china and fresh linen
All of my dresses with them tags still on them
Fine china and dull silver
My white horses and my ivory almonds
I guess they really got the best of us, didn't they?
They said that love was enough, but it wasn't
The Earth shattered, the sky opened
The rain was fire, but we were wooden

I wore diamonds for the day of our wedding
For our day in the sun
On the same day, my mother-to-be said she wouldn't come
It's always been that way with me
No time for change, no time for fun
It's always been that way, it seems
One love begins, one comes undone

I'm going down now
With all of my

Fine china and fresh linen
All of my dresses with them tags still on them
Fine china and dull silver
My white horses and my ivory almonds
I guess they really got the best of us, didn't they?
They said that love was enough, but it wasn't
The Earth shattered, the sky opened
The rain was fire, but we were wooden

All of my, all of my fine china
All of my, all of my fine china
All of my, all of my fine china
Blue, ah, blue
All of my, all of my fine china
All of my, all of my fine china
All of my, all of my fine china
Blue, ah

Fine china and fresh linen
All of my dresses with them tags still on them
Fine china and dull silver
My white horses and my ivory almonds
I guess they really got the best of us, didn't they?
They said that love was enough, but it wasn't
The Earth shattered, the sky opened
The rain was fire, but we were wooden

Fine china, fine china, fine china
Fresh linen, fresh linen, fresh linen”
― Lana Del Rey