if you can't be unafraid, be afraid and happy.

star wars is unrealistic because in real life, grimes became a fascist too

“democratically elected politician” she’s a princess

Just been informed that “Queen” is an elected position on Naboo and I hate star wars

Are we just going to gloss over the part of this post where someone implies Grimes is a democratically elected politician

Its so unfair that Destiel is legit an amazing ship. Like if you haven't watched spn and only know it through social media you might think "ah its probably exegerated. Sure it was queerbait and the angel was in love but it wasnt THAT special" but then you watch the show and its like. No, yeah, these two dudes have Shakespearian level of romantic drama and narrative importance. All their plots have deeply romantic undertones. They have intense eye-contact no other ship has come close to having. Truly Castiel's confession doesn't even reach the top 5 romantic/gay things Destiel has done in the show.

I love it when James Patterson "collaborates" with a celebrity because you can be absolutely certain that, of the two names on the cover, neither actually wrote a single word of the damn thing.

has anyone else noticed that its awesome to have an anthropomorphic animal representation of yourself that you can draw in situations

Computer loves to be like "fuck! You sure you want to shut down? Youve got volume mixer open"

i want Things. i'm sorry marx

got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.

Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It's the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It's my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps