i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
I hate it when there’s a new movie musical coming out and they try to ‘hide’ the fact it has singing in it by not showing any in the trailer.
IF IT’S A FUCKING MUSICAL LET PEOPLE KNOW IT’S A FUCKING MUSICAL.
I’M LOOKING AT YOU INTO THE WOODS.
AND YOU, SWEENEY TODD.
(you did good, les miserables.)
everyone is embarrassed of their fourteen year old self trust me if you’re fourteen right now you will regret whatever it is that you are doing at this moment
What, being a SuperWhoLockian, Tumblrian, and just being generally pretty good? I don’t think so.
screenshot this and look at it in 3 years