I’m marathoning all the John Wick movies and feeling a lot of emotions but mainly it’s just making me miss Lance Reddick something fierce. He steals every single scene he’s in and I just adore him. (I’m on the third one and if he passes away I will be VERY upset!)
I’m marathoning all the John Wick movies and feeling a lot of emotions but mainly it’s just making me miss Lance Reddick something fierce. He steals every single scene he’s in and I just adore him. (I’m on the third one and if he passes away I will be VERY upset!)
You ever get drunk on a Friday night and cry about Faramir son of that crusty bitch Denethor, who only ever wanted to be seen and loved and lost his brother, the only family he had who saw and loved him, who resisted the One Ring and let Frodo go?
….yeah me neither.
Fictional men written by women are going to be the death of me and not in a fun, “Teehee, he’s my book boyfriend” way. It should be the norm, the bare minimum, but it’s always just words on page or lines a script recited by some impossibly hot actor on a screen and it’s not fair.
Trying not to cry in the waiting room of the doctors office because the traffic and construction on the way here was so bad. If the parking situation had been bad I probably would have had a level 12 meltdown.
The most annoying thing about being human right now is knowing we already have the intelligence and resources to end world hunger, fight climate change, and cure cancer, but greed and billionaires keep millions suffering instead. The wasted human potential is heartbreaking.