“you don’t mind undressing for men?”
“no, I despise humanity.”
“so do I!”
things me and angela have in common:
• both virgos who over-analyze everything
• can never decide if she wants to wear her hair up or down - she goes from having it full down, to an updo, and then back to having it full down, to having it half-up half-down all in the same scene and oh my god ME!! also, bangs!
• winged eyeliner
• argues with…
“we just have to keep on veering, that's all.”
this movie is so many things to me. It’s my anxiety forcing me to miss days and days of school. It’s me waking up at 6am and begging my dad not to make me go because I just can’t deal with it all again today. this movie is my dad driving me all around our small town, and into the city, and up and down every highway. It’s my dad stopping…
the only time I felt anything while watching this was when robert redford opened his refrigerator and there was a jar of newman’s own pasta sauce on the top shelf
if you kiss and then beat the shit out of each other directly afterwards then it cancels out like no homo pemdas
ok but the real reason frodo fucks off to valinor is because sam married rosie instead of him and that’s the tea
every other harry potter movie: who are you?
prisoner of azkaban: I’m you but stronger
