[Star Wars] also gained a deeper love from fans that already exist, i.e. people of color and women. There is a huge [group of them]. Geeky, comic-book-loving people aren’t just white males. I think there’s a bigger level of respect among black female nerds [for those films], because they’re like, “Finally!” Like, “We read them, too! We’re obsessed with them, too!” I think that’s the exciting thing.

Shelly, you are a miracle worker. And a Goddess send from heaven. I’m a waitress in a diner. I’ve never been compared to a goddess before. Well, Shelly, you just don’t know your own value. 

It just leaves you with a really bad taste in your mouth.

“Wonderful day yesterday@comic_con with my #beinghuman squad #lenoracrichlow and #aidanturner :) (credit to @molly_gm)”

the smile is curly because of the despair

“Being a hero is not turning the other way when you see suffering. You’re a hero if you stand up for a kid being bullied at school. You’re a hero if you pick up litter on the beach. And you’re a hero if you give someone a kind ear and an open heart. It might sound simplistic or cheesy but I honestly believe it.” Deborah Ann Woll for ‘The Laterals’ May 2016.

madmadied: @cotrona23 Happy 105th birthday DJ “Buttface” Cotrona! #stillreallypretty #flashbackseason2 @duskelrey

This is why I’ve come home, to save you.

the development of kate fuller: there’s no more love left

Carnival of Souls (Herk Harvey, 1962)

“Know your Master.“ (VIa: liketogetlost )

You’re unhappy. You’re isolated. You think you’re the cause of this unhappiness and are unworthy of affection so you’ve few friends. Recently you lost something you think very important. Your lover, your faith, your family, or all three. You blame yourself for this, so it makes you neurotic, and you don’t sleep and don’t eat, anything healthy anyway. You used to take care of your appearance, but you’ve lost interest in that, so you avoid mirrors. Sunlight bothers you, so you avoid that too, about which you’re guilty because you think it’s unhealthy and even immoral not to like the sun. You’re not a woman of convention or you wouldn’t be here, but you like to pretend you are so people don’t notice you. But you sometimes like that as well and can dress to draw the eye. But then you think the men who look at you are fools, or worse, to be taken in by such an obvious outward show. So instead, you’re drawn to dark, complicated, impossible men, assuring your own unhappiness and isolation because, after all, you’re happiest alone. But not even then, because you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve lost, again for which you blame yourself. So the cycle goes on, the snake eating its own tail.

10 Cloverfield Lane (2016)