18 year-old pseudo-thespian that uses big words to appear smarterer.

gallifreyanconsultingdetective:

dianeraeb:

siriuus:

do action movies know they can have more than one female character

Someone should make an action movie with all girls except for one guy and have no explanation or mention of it in the movie and then pay all of the actors to act surprised like they’d never noticed when they get the inevitable storm of questions. 

This one male must have a shower scene, be saved by the protagonist at least once, and fall in love with a lead female.

BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND APPLICATION

theangelandthehunter:

peppermintbenedicts:

Name: 
Gender:  
Height:
Orientation:
Age:
Eye Color: 
Hair Color: 
Smoking?: 
Drinking?: 
Drugs?: (not allowed)
Job: 
Favorite Color: 
Favorite Band: 
Siblings: 
Tattoos?:
Favorite Book?: 
Perfect Date: 
Hobbies:
Why should I pick you?:
Why do you even want to date me?:

DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

(Source: green-jasmine)

mister-mummy:

i love you. you made a mistake? i dont care i love you. you made a wrong choice? love you. you don’t think you’re good for anything? guess what you’re good for loving i love you

(Source: nixpunk)

(Source: deepspace2k14)

theodd1sout:

This will help you write good.

castiel-is-a-bluebird:

fuckyeahshezza:

high-functioning-drama-queen:

no but can you imagine anderson and that one girl actually explaining their theories on screen? like

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sometimes thinking about this gets me through the day

I would pay to see this

sh1re:

happy easter

fjordism:

AARON PAUL JUST POSTED THIS ON TWITTER AND I’M SHITTING

Have you ever heard the story of the sculptor?
She’s an artist, poor, close to starving, as most artists tend to be. But still full of fire, of passion, of boundless creativity.
One day, she creates a sculpture. A strange yet simple thing, made of papier mache. Seemingly solid, yet made of the thinnest, most fragile stuff. It appeared to be a pillar, a straight, thin thing, with only the simplest bulbous inflection upon the top.
She shows the sculpture to countless people - “look at this, look at what I made, what do you think, do you want it?” - but no one would take it. Competitions, buyers, friends, no-one would give it a moment’s notice.
It came to a point, a disastrous low point, rent due, bill pile full, stomach empty. The sculptor, in an trapped rage, flings her belongings about the room.
A bowl of half-drunk liquid, water, milk, who knows, connects with the sculpture. It is not until after the red and the tears have faded that she sees the sculpture, melted and warped by the liquid.
The sculptor is distraught - “it’s broken, it’s disgusting, no-one will want this” - and curls up, the tears coming once more, but the anger too spent to emerge.
It came to pass that this sculpture eventually wins a competition, granting the sculptor enough money to get her buy.
The sculpture is bent, yes, far from what the sculptor would see as ideal. But is it broken?
No.
No piece of art, the sculpture, or the sculptor, can ever be truly broken.
Just an incomplete artwork adjusting to its shape.

Caleb Robinson-Cook
Just a story I made off the top of my head last night for a friend who needed it. Hopefully it will help someone like it helped her.