What If I'm Not Barry, Waiting For My Oliver...

obsessed with how cassian andor is just Some Guy and yet here he is, running around and causing all sorts of problems for the empire. i love him.

bro’s gorgeous 🥹😭

I wonder who used to come here before, talked about things we'll never know.

And then someone whispered

In my ears -

Nothing ever really ends.

The agony and devastation on Obi-Wan’s face as he looks on Anakin Skywalker’s face. The broken-hearted defeat and acceptance that even now,after all this time he cannot kill the man he once considered his everything. And the oscillation in Anakin’s voice,the war between the modulator and the flashes of the dark side in his eyes with the gut wrenching,soft toned entreaties of Anakin’s voice. We see here Obi-Wan and Anakin warring with themselves,with their own utter and tantamount internal agonies. The pleas in their eyes as they stare at one another in agony,I cannot imagine anything more gut wrenching than Obi-Wan deciding here he cannot kill him when Anakin is already dead. And so the Circle breaks. 

i like men who are hot in a pathetic and goth way.

will I ever stop falling headfirst into obsession with dark haired fictional men full of trauma and a need for love? no, no I will not

— Rudy Francisco

New to tumblr. Don’t know what to do.

“I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way”

— Carl Sagan