today i found out that anne hathaway replaced jennifer lawrence in ocean’s 8 and i would like to thank not only god but also jesus
I was happy 90 seconds ago, but now I’m sad and it’s all this wretched trailer’s fault. All I see now is blackness. Blackness and Anne Hathaway’s face contorted into a twisted mask of grief. I’ve become an alcoholic because of this trailer. And I’ve started sniffing glue. I just don’t see the point of carrying on. This trailer is so unrelentingly demoralising that I just want to crawl into bed and cry myself inside out for a month. This is, hands down, the most bummed out I’ve ever been. Ever. Are you happy now, Les Misérables? Is this what you wanted? Is it? You’ve ruined my life. I hate you, Les Misérables. I hate you.
children’s authors: what if young readers could deal with moral ambiguity and characters who weren’t quite hero or villain
adaptation directors: What If … They Couldn’t
The holidays take a dark turn as a crisis unfolds in our household
reblog to help him get off the chair, like to help him jump onto another surface
Oh My GOSH!!! the cat I had when I was little used to do this, she was afraid of heights, it took her months to conquer the kitchen chair, and she never managed to get on the bed!
How is it possible I forgot that!
riskpig
