time for me to sleeps

u kno that moment when u give up and u just feel this immsense wave of relief wash over u? that shit is dangerously addictive

me at 12:30 when i gotta get up at 8: john dies at the end was really one of the most emotionally confusing movies i’ve ever watched, i’ve seen lots of things that flip me between laughing and scared/sad/tense but i’ve never experienced anything where i’m having all of those emotions, in equal parts, all at the same time, for two hours continuously, it’s kind of an incredible piece of work, here’s my 6-page essay contrasting it with joss whedon’s oeuvre and how the tension in john dies compares to the whiplash that’s become whedon’s trademark, first of all–

Y'all getting offended by paramore being called the pretty one. Honestly drop it I didn’t make it and I know paramore is worth a lot more than that. Its supposed to be funny so shove your judgments up your ass and move on if it bothers you


Fake Happy // Paramore