With my wide-eyed gaze & a blind optimism to boot

B.A. in Theatre Arts w/ a Minor in Dramatic Writing. Wreck 'em. Sloth enthusiast. Dreamer. 90's nerd. Fan of all things concerning attractive foreign men. Self-proclaimed movie critic. Holding out for a hero (DC or Marvel). ComicCon or Bust.

veta-lopis:

“my battery is low and it’s getting dark” is so hauntingly human, so crushingly lonely. I can’t articulate the deep, profound ache that sentence evokes. It’s acceptance and defeat and terror and sadness all at once, all from one tiny machine we asked to explore the stars for us.

“Nothing ignites my soul quite like autumn leaves, bonfires, hayrides, a cool breeze…all things spooky are eerily nice, a good ghost story and pumpkin spice.”

– Heather Warren (via:  gildedautumnvelvet)

brolinjosh:

We got one advantage. He’s coming to us. We use it. Alright, I have a plan. At least the beginnings of one. It’s pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don’t want to dance with this guy, we just want the gauntlet.