I Don't Think People Understand How Hard It Is To Keep Up With Loki

YOU IDIOTS YOU COWARDS YOU DEMONS WE DONT WANT JANE FOSTER BACK WE WANT LOKI BACK

9/10/20

BoJack, I don’t like..anything about me. None of this is me. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know what to do. Am I doomed? Are you doomed? Are we all d o o m e d?

well then loki was killed off because tom is aging the russos brothers said that tom is too old to play loki anymore in a cast that we have rdj, mark ruffalo and cumberbatch you say tom hiddleston is too old to play loki? who is a 1000 years-old character? could you at least be honest and say that you hate how popular and loved the character is? tom hiddleston, my little sunshine, i’m so so so sorry aboout this

Possible Names for The Avengers 4

Avengers 4: They all Dead

Avengers 4: What life would been like if your favorites lived

Avengers 4: Sorry not Sorry

Avengers 4: Peter still crying over Tony

Avengers 4: Tony still crying over Steve

Avengers 4: The Afterlife

Avengers 4: Dr. Strange has had enough

Avengers 4: *The entire Bring Me to Life song*

Avengers 4: It was all a dream

Avengers 4: Peters coma

Avengers 4: The way they were

Avengers 4: And you thought they died

Avengers 4: Thanos trying to extinct the ghosts now

Avengers 4: lol remember that last movie

Avengers 4: Iron Man 4

Avengers 4: Peter recruits new Avengers cause he’s lonely

Avengers 4: What do we tell Aunt May?

Avengers 4: Bitch you thought

Avengers 4: Loki tricked them… Again

Avengers 4: MJ draws all Dead Avengers and shows it to Peter

Avengers 4: Surviors Guilt

Avengers 4: Tony’s biggest guilt trip

Avengers 4: That wasn’t supposed to happen

Avengers 4: *T’Challas voice* This is why Wakanda stays closed you douches

i mean it’s not like i spend every hour consciously saying “i hate myself.” it’s just that when things go wrong my first response is “of course” “i deserve this” “this is because i suck.” if someone asked me “do you like who you are” i’d be stuck. i don’t feel like i’m 13 and emo anymore, but i kept the sidebangs. i feel weird saying things like “i’m a burden and waste of space” but i feel like that. just maybe not in those words. it’s just like i swell too big for the area. like i splash over the sides, a party foul, the spilled drink. i mean how extra would it be to say something like “i don’t like myself enough to keep living”. doesn’t that just cause other people pain. doesn’t that just make people worry. but on the other hand i’m stuck because i feel numb, vague, blurry. like i should evaporate. like i do nothing but cause people distress when i should be helping. like okay. i don’t hate hate myself. but if the car was coming i wouldn’t get out of the way in a hurry.

"Don't see yourself as a victim"

Oh, I'm sorry, do you think I was a fucking volunteer?

i look at you and i don’t want to admit that what we were has died somewhere, in between missed messages and long pauses and brief kisses. i want to go back to where we were happy and honeymooning, our fingers always so in awe of each other’s bodies, our mouths hungry, endlessly searching for ways to make the other person happy. i hate knowing it all adds up to nothing. that we can be in love but in the end we’re two people who are walking towards different highways. i tell you i think we’re crumbling but we both avert our eyes. it’s not polite to stare at tragedy. i kiss you and keep a countdown and know you’re here but you’re already leaving.