no rest for the wicked ;

i don’t uh…. como se dice….. give un Fuk

I find often in Hollywood there are many people who play themselves really beautifully. And certain parts are not that dissimilar from who you are as a person.

Does it ever make you want to cry to think about history & how little we actually know about it? Like there were entire empires that existed & they were glorious & powerful & now all we know about them is what we can find out from ruins & sometimes-fragmented writing. There were entire cultures & ways of life, & people who lived back then probably thought those empires would always exist & be powerful, & now they’re in ruins & have almost disappeared, & idk it just makes me so emotional to remember that

Get to know me meme; 4/5 shows: Black Mirror Show us something real, and free, and beautiful. You couldn’t. It’d break us. We’re too numb for it.

“is it on netflix” isnt even a fucking question anymore because every single time the answer is no

its sequel is tho

        — vincent van gogh

if you wake up much earlier than normal you feel secret emotions

me???? tired???? sleepy??? yes constantly

Emilia Clarke for PalaceCostes Magazine 2019

hi i’m half asleep but i’m full of love

show us something real and free and beautiful, you couldn’t. it would break us, we’re too numb for it, our minds would choke.

i dont really… WANT… to leave tumblr. ive been here since 2011

no other platform has the right format for me to just randomly barf actual thoughts, joaks, and genuine creative content all in the same breath. i dont know how to compartmentalize

every other platform you gotta be a real person. Here you are you’re icon and username and whatever your hyperfixation is at the current moment

Jake Gyllenhaal by Shayne Laverdiere for GQ France - Aug 2018

how fucked up is it that the universe is infinite like it doesn’t have.. an end or a shape or borders or anything it just.. Goes. that’s so fucked up I’m going to scream

Peter leans in close and says, “You only like guys you don’t have a shot with, because you’re scared. What are you so scared of?” I back away from him, right into the wall. “I’m not scared of anything.” “The hell you’re not. You’d rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.”