BoJack, I Don’t Like..anything About Me. None Of This Is Me. What Am I Supposed To Do? I Don’t Know

“what happened to you made you stronger” 

i was a child. i didn’t need to be strong i needed to be safe

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

cocosupernova: 💥Avengers!!!!! 💥Loki on the same flight as me on Business Class!!! The most mesmerising flight ever!!!

You don’t understand, I don’t want any of it anymore. I don’t want happiness or love or success or anything. I need to stop living because that’s the only thing that can make my pain go away. So no, you telling me to wait for good things doesn’t work. Don’t you get it, no matter what happens, it’s always going to hurt.

This is for you Russo Brothers. 

This is for you Marvel and you Kevin Feige. 

 Not only for killing off one of your most beloved and iconic characters in the stupidest most cruelest way for a cheap shock death because you wrote a shitty villain. 

 But for your disgustingly insensitive comments at your actor who we love Tom Hiddleston who deserves far better than you gave him. 

 This is for even thinking after 2 days of #bringbacklokialive and fans waiting to hear you explain your comments on that dumb as fuck podcast we would want Jane fucking Foster to come back.

 I am so angry right now it’s not even funny.

 Fuck you russo brothers.

Please sign the petition

https://www.change.org/p/marvel-studios-loki-returning-in-avengers-4-alive

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a mess

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.