femmes are always like

woman in a film: soaked in blood brandishing a knife in grimy hands screaming incoherently veins popping on her forehead red faced and disheveled going absolutely feral with rage

one taught me love

tony stark in avengers 4, sitting in a pile of dust: – and i was already feeling really bad from having planets thrown @ me and from being in space, and from being stabbed w my own blade, and from having all my worst fears realized. but THEN everyone began turning to fucking dust and my little spider mentee said “i don’t feel so good” and i felt my heart drop out my ass and he DIED in my ARMS and i didn’t even get to die too so i’m just…. i’m tired…

adventure time on its dying breath:

me thinking about how it’s almost autumn and how im gonna be thriving and baking pumpkin bread for all my friends and wearing cozy socks with ghosts on them

me on my way to rami malek’s house after seeing the bohemian rhapsody trailer