You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
I have a cold and all I want to do is go to bed and watch youtube and play my ukulele, Constantine. Alas, I have to write a report. Work is stupid. And so’s its mum.
(That gif has nothing to do with anything, but it amuses me)
#I am convinced that this was not in the script #Matt was supposed to jump on the hammock and missed #because he’s Matt and he is a danger to himself and others #and this line was just an expression of his confusion#THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED AND NO ONE WILL EVER CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
