"Touchdown! Take that suckers!…Oh wait thats soccer, thats not a touchdown!"
if you’re ever sad, please try and imagine how cool and hardcore Cecil Gershwin Palmer would think you are, living in a world with wheat toast and mountains, and how many times he might call you “neat”
The first dawn of light in your universe brings pain.
The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh.
You can hear yourself breathing. It comes hard, and harsh, and it scrapes nerves already raw, but you cannot stop it. You can never stop it. You cannot even slow it down.
You don’t even have lungs anymore.
You open your scorched-pale eyes; optical sensors integrate light and shadow into a hideous simulacrum of the world around you.
Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect, and it is the world that it hideous.
You remember the dragon that brought Vader forth from your heart to slay. You remember the cold venom in Vader’s blood. You remember the furnace of Vader’s fury, and the black hatred of seizing her throat to silence her lying mouth -
And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker.
You killed her.
You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were thinking about yourself…
It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith -
Because now your self is all you will ever have.
In the end, the shadow is all you have left.
Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself -
And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker.
Fall Out Boy - Homesick at Space Camp
I’ve always been a private person. I’m totally extroverted, but I’m selectively outgoing.
The wolves will come again.
"I am the future of musical theater." Jonathan Larson, February 4th, 1960- January 25th, 1996.
Can we take a second to recognize this quote and this day and the love this man now has from thousands of Rentheads all over the world?
if the battle of five armies has to happen then i want it to be super fucking dramatic i want slow motion and muted battle sounds and haunting elvish ladies singing over the top i want to be emotionally destroyed and beyond words
you go hard or you go home
Luncheon of the Super Rich Kids
Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Luncheon of the Boating Party (1881) / Super Rich Kids, Frank Ocean