invisible line

cannae even put into words how much i love the 9th doctor. he really was just out there loving humanity that son of a bitch

the ninth doctor really be out here like “in nine hundred years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before” and “i could save the world but lose you” and “you were fantastic! and you know what? so was i!” and “i’m so glad i met you” and “just this once, everybody lives!” and “you’re amazing, the lot of you” and “and if you wanna remember me there’s one thing you can do: have a good life” and i’m supposed to just watch that and not cry? how

sometimes i just get obsessed with how lonely humans are, as a species. we see faces everywhere. we have stories about beings living in the things of our world that go back as long as we’ve been telling stories. we’ve been sending our songs and dances up to the sky for millennia, and when we figured out there was something beyond our sky, we started sending songs out there too. we tell each other about fairies and bigfoots and worlds lying under the skin of our own. we name robots and look for personality in code. we tamed dogs to have friends to hang out with and we dream about aliens. we see life everywhere. what is it, exactly, that we’re trying to replace? what left us alone in the first place?

witches in old fairytales had the right idea. living alone, unmarried, in the middle of the woods, and if a hero stumbled across their cottage they’re like “maybe I’ll give you a magical token to help you out. maybe I’ll fuck up your entire life. depends :)”

i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat

Golden age musicals are just like…here is a relationship between two people, will they or won’t they be together?…here is another relationship, it is less important than the first one, they probably want to be together but can’t for some reason…now we will have a 20 minute dance number

all musicals written before 1970 know how to do is romance, 45 minute dance breaks, questionable casting decisions, enemies to lovers, huge sets, victorian/edwardian era, be based on plays and lie.  

ah yes, i love russian literature. the way it just *clenches fists* gives me a constant midlife crisis over the theorical existence of god and whether or not happiness exists or being a good person is worth it

Cinematography peaked with “Scream” from High School Musical 3: Senior Year (2008) performed by Zac Efron