If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
I feel like this photo set sums up the entire series. The men talk about doing shit; the women get shit done.
“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”
I interrupt your scrolling with a picture of John Barrowman with puppies!
I needs me some Baby Sven on my blog.
when people casually mention something you’re completely obsessed with and it takes every fuckin ounce of your self control not to propel yourself into the stars and scream for the rest of eternity about how much you love the thing