for ruining me

  • Me at 11 in the night: LONG LIVE PRODUCTIVITY! Tomorrow, I will write, draw, study, do those diys I've always wanted to try, bake, play football, make edits and CONQUER THE GALAXY!
  • Me the next morning: *reads fanfiction all day*

And through the flames, she sees you, Magnus, alive.

*walks into a book store*

Me:

no joke, the scene at end of gotg2 when Kraglin gives Peter the zune is so moving.

Yondu stumbled across a piece of shit mp3 player in some junker’s shop and said to himself “this is the kind of crap Quill likes. hell, it’s even got his kind of music on it already”

Even in the wake of gotg1, with all the trouble Peter brought Yondu, starting with leaving the ravagers and poaching Yondu’s deal, then his betrayal and deception when he switches out the infinity stone for a fucking troll doll—After all that Yondu still looked at this dumb piece of earth tech and thought “aw the boy would love this. I oughta give it to him when he comes home”

Me, through tears: Fuck, dude, you sure are…

Hi my name’s amanda and I’m real messed up about Davenport. Catch me in your local broom closet crying about this gnome. You’re welcome to join me.

Mirror Mirror: I’m the loneliest of all. 

Mirror Mirror Pt. II: I’ve been so lonely…but maybe I can change things?

It’s My Turn: Yeah, now’s where my life starts! I can do this! 

This Life is Mine: FUCK YOU DAD I’M DONE AND I’M GOING TO DO AMAZING THINGS CAUSE THIS LIFE IS MINE NOT YOURS ALSO FUCK YOU