
I reblog this every time I see it but it’s the moment I fell in love with theatre, it really is.
thinsquids: Am I the only one that goes to bed not because I’m tired but because I’m just done...
Am I the only one that goes to bed not because I’m tired but because I’m just done dealing with a shitty fucking day
I’m feeling the sentiment, but am I the only one who stays up all night because it’s a few hours of peace after a shitty day is all but done and before I have to deal with another one?
"I need feminism because my chicken mcnuggets are cold.”
"I need Jesus because my chicken mcnuggets are cold.”
Feminism often sounds like a religion. (Nothing against religion, I’m religious, but feminism is not honest about it.)
LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT
The OP is clearly confusing both Jesus and Feminism with a microwave. A common mistake. It’s rude to act like you’ve never done this before.






high res. untagged.
Benedict Cumberbatch holds white roses as he leaves the Golden-Globes after party, January 13th, 2014 West Hollywood, CA.
theonewearingflannel: neoliberalismkills: Do you ever get into an argument with someone and find...
Do you ever get into an argument with someone and find yourself unable to speak for a moment because you’re just so blown away by how utterly wrong and ignorant the other person is being and you can’t understand how anyone could actually believe the things they are saying
the best part is when the other person then takes that to mean that you can’t think of a way to disprove them and that they’ve won.

Why did I not know that Jamie and John were in a play together before they were in Emperor & Galilean?
Jamie Ballard as Mercutio and John Heffernan as Paris, Romeo & Juliet at the RSC in 2006.
Heff clearly lives to torment me.
I’ve just been reminded of this photo (you know who you are ) so had to find and reblog it. Obviously.



I choose to interpret this as a reference to the climactic scene of the greatest adaptation of Sherlock Holmes ever made and no one can stop me.
I am so glad I wasn’t the only person who thought of Basil!
Hahahah fuckin gatiss and moffat you trolls
anotherboywholived replied to your post:[[MOR] Fed up. Fed up of spending all day every… ok I...
Don’t be daft, lovely - coincidental timing is all. I’m honestly completely and utterly chuffed for you, I mean that x
Fed up. Fed up of spending all day every day arse-licking companies I don’t care about to try...
Fed up. Fed up of spending all day every day arse-licking companies I don’t care about to try to get jobs I don’t even want. Fed up with having to big myself on up on applications all the time and still not being good enough for anything. Fed up that I spent seven years at university and still can’t find so much as a supermarket that deems me worthy of employment. Fed up that there is no point in anything. Fed up that the only thing I actually think I could do without spending the rest of my life depressed is work in the theatre and fed up that it doesn’t matter how hard I try I have no chance of that happening because nobody in this entire world is willing to give anybody else a chance at anything at all ever. Fed up that I wasn’t allowed to do backstage stuff in drama at school just because they only let the boys do it and fed up that I could’ve realised just how much I wanted to get into it much earlier than I did and then maybe had half a chance at it if only I’d been born with a fucking penis. Fed up with having no money, fed up with having no friends, fed up with being too socially awkward to get involved with anything where I might meet friends. Just fed up. Fed up with feeling so shit all the time that all I have to do is spill a bit of milk and I’m crying like someone’s died. Literally all I have done today is contemplate how bored I am with being alive. Nearly two years since I had my breakdown and I thought I was getting better but clearly still fucked. Brilliant.