movie of the misfit life; either a haunting reminder to be radically thankful for choosing to live the life you should, or an aching plead to fulfill your soul before you lose it to time and shame.

not sure what fucked harder, this movie or me and the sandworm bucket

love john letting his fanboys live, such a caring icon

“But why don’t you kiss me anyway? It’s such a nice afternoon”

it just kept going

watching ariana grande play ariana grande for nearly 3 hours is as exhausting as it sounds