My Broken Glass Perspective

I live for theatre, my friends, and delicious food. I'm in Washington now, but going to college in Boston next fall. Don't know my actual sexulaity, though it doesn't matter because I'm a hopelessly awkward. :P Most people have themes for their blogs. Mine is simply things I like. Enjoy!

existentialcrying:

If there’s ever a Night Vale film adaptation, I nominate Richland, Washington. (My hometown).

It’s a creepy little town in the middle of nowhere, with a dark past of cold-war era nuclear secrets and miles and miles of hot desert waiting to be explored….

(via missjayevans)

a-fictional-vaudeville:

midstorm:

I think Hiccup and Astrid are the best animated couple ever.

I love how their relationship isn’t a major plot point for the films. Astrid isn’t there as a reward for the hero, she is also his best friend (next to Toothless of course). She didn’t stop being a warrior after she became a love interest (and Hiccup wouldn’t want her to, he loves her for it).

They talk about their problems. They fight their enemies together. And they trust each other.

Something that I’m just noticing from these gifs. They actually lean their cheeks into the kisses, opposed to just letting the other do all the work.  That’s something actual couples do when they know each other well enough to know it’s coming.  I love this.

(via iamperfect)

deprofundisclamoadte:

hornswaggler:

Training session that consists of Clint beating everyone at dodgeball

I enjoy this

he nails natasha in the head and everybody freezes in terror

they have to coax him down from the rafters hours later

"it’s ok, she’s gone"

"NO SHE ISN’T SHE’S JUST WAITING"

(via missjayevans)

masserror:

theatrefetish:

thegirlwithkittyears:

thegirlwithkittyears:

people who wear pants past 7 are not the kind of people i associate with

jesus christ i’m getting hate over this because people are putting the word ‘size’ in there when thats not what i was saying

7:00 P.M.

AS IN THE FUCKING TIME

I thought you meant past age 7 and I was rly confused

"Happy birthday son. Since you’re eight now it’s time you learn about kilts.”

(Source: j0ye, via see-glory-in-the-ordinary)

lucythemovie:

Lucy is breaking out & you can’t stop her. #LucyMovie

lucythemovie:

Lucy is breaking out & you can’t stop her. #LucyMovie

celibacy:

I like my hair messy, my love wild and my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman just with passion.

celibacy:

I like my hair messy, my love wild and my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman just with passion.

(via mommy)

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

(via apologeticallyawkward)