FUCK

FUCK

*inhales*

LEE SCORESBY IS THE ONLY AMERICAN IN HDM, IS A COWBOY, AND FLIES FOR A LIVING. LYRA IS THE PROPHECY CHILD UNDER THE ILLUSION OF FREE WILL WHEN IN REALITY, EACH OF HER CHOICES ARE JUST SEALING HER DESTINY. THEY ARE LITERALLY THE MOST FUCKING OBVIOUS REPRESENTATION OF FATE VS FREE WILL AND IT’S SO FUCKING SAD BECAUSE THAT MEANS THAT THEY CAN NEVER BE TOGETHER. LIKE LEE’S DEATH LITERALLY REPRESENTS THE DEATH OF FREE WILL WHEN HE CHOOSES TO ASSIST LYRA IN FULFILLING HER PROPHECY. 

Why did Philip Pullman have to write Silverparry from The Amber Spyglass when the same effect could've been achieved by pressing my heart into dust and then dissolving the dust into water and forcing it down my throat...

Better yet if it's a romance movie

no one is ever going to fucking love me. omg another movie to analyze

it's hard to be the coolest cousin who is mentally ill, touch starved, annoying and reads a lot, has the best fashion sense and an unstable obsession with swords, fictional characters and always have the best comebacks, cries a lot, is always yearning and is the family failure but someone has to do it and that someone is me

Yall touch starved gays into Greek myths hyped the fuck outta my sculpture post... I see you. Same.

She keeps my pieces together. Isn’t that love? Isn’t the letter she wrote? Isn’t the necklace she chose? Isn't remembering details about me or hearing my rants? Physical affection, in reality, you can get from anyone, but showing yourself to someone in the continuous question:

“Can you love me?”

And the fact that the answer keeps being:

“Yes, I can.”

Baffles me everytime.