
(via mytherapistsays)
if there’s not going to be any more x-files i have nothing left to live for
According to the song Seasons of Love from RENT, there are 525,600 minutes a year.
One line later, there are “525,000 Moments so dear”.
So, doing the math, we can glean that there are 600 moments which aren’t so dear.
And I think I just used one of them by walking in on my boss who forgot to lock the bathroom stall.
this post did not even remotely go in the direction I was expecting it to
What do I even do with my life once the X-Files ends?? What’s left???
the finale is tonight and i am so very afraid
my dream for the future? english town with old buildings, me, walking down the street, with a pile of books under my arm, in a long, black coat, drinking coffee in a small cafe and writing my own book, long walks into the forests, road trips.
nature documentaries are so comforting, like no matter how shit you’re feeling, somewhere out there a flamingo is totally loving life rn eating his shrimp & standing on one leg
YouTube Makeup Tutorials: Now, this look is very easy. All you will need is twenty-four kinds of real horsehair brushes, all of which you can buy at Chanel for about five-hundred dollars, which is such a bargain for something so useful. Anyways, let’s take out our palette of pure 24 karat gold flake eyeshadow and get started!
just a note on that last post though, you can be feminist without actually owning a grenade launcher. many feminists cannot afford grenade launchers and choose to rent them from other, more powerful feminists, and thats ok! its even acceptable to just have a really big gun or a helicopter. its important to remember that grenade launchers are not a prerequisite of feminism, but only a common aspect.
[sees a cat] i know i love them, but the more infinitely important question i must ask myself is.. do they Love me… and will they Love me…