OMG THIS WAS ME AT PROMETHEUS LAST NIGHT. Sorry to everyone I crawled over a third through the movie, but I just couldn’t hold it at that point.
master of the universe has in all its crapness made me want to become a reviewer.
here is a list of all the faces i made:
OK, now I have to read Fifty Shades of Grey.
I take every opportunity to reblog this scene because it’s so amazing. Also, Angel’s thought-dancing is me in real life. Especially when I’m playing “Call Me Maybe” in the shower.
I had a surprise hookup a few weeks back, so of course my apartment was a mess. He came out of the bathroom to see me rearranging dirty clothes on my couch, and was just like, “Are you… cleaning?”
Also, open houses. The amount of rearranging I’ve done lately for those twice-weekly visits has been ridiculous.
The first day:
A week later:
A month later:
Truer words. Er, .gifs.
What’s better is, my sister sent this to me over Facebook and knew that it describes me.