LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
“Robin, to end up with a man who wanted you but wanted nothing to do with your choices, cared nothing for all the times you said NO, set up a string quartet and roses in your living room anyway, a man who mishandled you start to finish in the name of romance and the grand gesture— Robin, to end up with a man more in love with the idea of love than with you must seem like some kind of cosmic betrayal, must seem so season one pre all that character development. I know that after years of the same tired back and forth, it must be easy to mistake poor scripting for fate. But, listen to me: fuck the grand gesture. Robin, FUCK THE BLUE FRENCH HORN. He does not always deserve to Get The Girl just because he wants the girl. Sometimes the girl gets to drink a neat scotch and pile into bed with her five dogs comfortable, happy, and alone. Robin, sometimes the girl gets herself.”
— ROBIN by Trista Mateer
Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.
You're the devil himself.
Depending on how you die, you experience a different afterlife. For example, if you’re stabbed, you become a grim reaper, if you die peacefully you become someone’s guardian angel, if you’re poisoned you become someone’s “imaginary” friend, if you die of suffocation you become a ghost… Now, you’re the first human who has ever died because of magic, what’s your afterlife like?
same here
I miss these two, a lot.
omg oMG OMFG HEAR ME OUT .
a show about a queer vampire.
called DRAGULA
OMG I CANT BREATH THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER
I was rewatching The Bank Job, and Gina was seriously considering naming her child Mitochondria
SHIT WRONG BLOG IM AN IDIOT
i love it when you wear your hair down over your shoulder
CALM aesthetic [6/12]: Wildflower - 5 Seconds Of Summer
I know this is serious but i swear some of the note are killing me lmao
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
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