Hercules (1997)

Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

I am absolutely convinced my life sucks because I’m fat

October

why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead

THIS IS REVENGE FOR MAHMOOD!!!!!!!!!! ITALY FUCKING WINS!!!!!!!!!!!

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse → Concept Art

So quanto fa male la mancanza di un sorriso.

~ tzn (via cielo-di-lacrime)