shadowprove13:

Gray: You know what, you’re in time out. Get on top of the fridge! Get up there!

Zack: *Climbing the fridge* This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!

When I got up to leave, I looked at you, and I tried to think of how to say everything I was feeling. But I’ve never really been good at describing feelings; I’m only good at describing facts, and love, love isn’t a fact. You know? Love, it’s it’s a hunch at first and then later it’s a series of decisions, a lifetime of decisions. That’s love.
- Welcome to Nightvale, “Toast” (via madshadysituations)

grumpybets:

welcome aboard the tragedy train

There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it is a statement of quality rather than a description. ‘Art’ doesn’t mean good, or bad. ‘Art’ just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good, or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me and I didn’t ask you to; I didn’t want you to. I am more free now than I have ever been and I am spiraling.
- Alice Isn’t Dead Ep. 2, Joseph Fink (via arrogant-swine)

goshdarnspiffy:

The Man in the Tan Jacket

rogueone:

Leia, I’m sorry. I know. I know you are. I’m just glad you’re here… at the end.

khukhoy:

How did I not post this????