Jillian. 27. Charleston, SC.
Cares far too much about fictional characters and not enough about life.
This blog will be random but here are some things that you will most definitely see: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, The Hunger Games, A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones, Community, Nashville (the television show not the city), The Following, The Walking Dead, Anne Shirley, Friends, The Marvel Universe, Jennifer Lawrence. Not to mention a hodgepodge of movies, television, attractive men and women, and occasional fashion. Check out the "My Fandoms" page for more information.Tweets by @holycityfangirl
My husband is texting me about Gone Girl, Mira is texting me about The Following, and I’m eating fried wontons and pie for dinner.
This is what adulthood is supposed to look like, right?
Oh, real friends are able to speak the harshest of truths.
All you need to know about Jesse Pinkman in two screencaps
Dear Past Me,
You don’t know it but pretty soon you are going to meet your soul mate. From the moment you first wrap your hand around it’s smooth neck you will feel whole. You did not know a part of you was missing until your fingers, not yet calloused from years of use, experimentally run over each individual string. You’ll be mesmerized by their size and weight and fascinated by how many different sounds you can coax from them. It will come naturally to you and in an instant you will decide that music is what you were born to do.
As you get older that belief will grow. It will place you under unrelenting pressure to succeed because why would God grace you with this talent if you were not meant to use it? You will sacrifice for this belief. Your family, your friends, love, it will all come second to the burning desire to prove yourself. To prove that what your gut has been telling you since you for over a decade isn’t wrong.
This need is going to take you on some incredible highs and some awful lows. When the lows happen, when you’re sitting in a shitty hotel room with a single duffle bag and your guitar, when you’re hearing your fathers words on repeat - you’re a waste- Close your eyes and remember those warm Ohio nights you spent on the roof of your house watching the fireflies dance around to a song you poured your heart into.
As you go through all of this your need will change and morph. You’ll realize that a stadium of fans singing along is not as important as a few friends getting together and playing from the heart. You’ll discover that you do not need to be in the spotlight to be respected. Most of all, you’ll get the confirmation of your destiny that you were always searching for.
comic book challenge - [1/5] favourite female characters
➥ Sharon “Agent 13” Carter.
- i’m not the kind of person to choose love over duty.
Don’t look at me. I do what he does, just slower.
so, when the world ends
will God go down with it?
4.01 | 3.01
" Jaime is your eldest son, heir to your lands and titles. But he is a Kingsguard, forbidden from marriage or inheritance. The day Jaime put on the white cloak, he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock. "
Dear Boyfriend (I still think of Lucy and Olivia when I call you that),
Growing up I never thought I’d have a relationship that would be one for the books. After all, I was smart and shy, one who thinks before they act. I was careful. Too careful to hope for anything more than Lloyd Dobbler standing outside my window. And then I met you. Someone who pushed me out of my comfort zone, who inspired a spirit of adventure I never knew resided within my soul. I still remember our exchange before the Life and Death Brigade stunt. You said “People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me, it’s one less minute you haven’t lived.” Since that terrifying climb up that ladder my life has been an adventure unlike one I could have dreamed.
Our journey was not always easy, even splitting on occasion as we worked to discover who we were as individuals. Those were the hardest stretches of road. I can still remember being on that press bus late at night. Wanting to call you, send you a text, anything. I could not eat guacamole for months. What was once a green dip of deliciousness would leave nothing but sadness on my tongue. As time past the pain of your absence subsided and I was once again able to eat my favorite nacho topping. I was able to go days without thinking of you but to believe that you ever left my heart would have been foolish.
Then our paths met again and we were able to pick back up without resentment, both of us ready to strike out on that adventure called adulthood. While sometimes I’m saddened by our time apart I can’t help but believe that what we have was enriched by it. Because we know that we can make it on our own but even more importantly, we know that we don’t to.
So Logan, I’m taking a page out of Monica Geller’s playbook. Years ago you asked me to jump and I wasn’t ready but now, now I’m ready. I’m ready for it all. I’m sure that house you mentioned years ago is no longer for rent but we can get our own house and plant an avocado tree in the back yard. So what do you say to taking my hand, my heart, the rest of my life, and jumping?
"Ted has Alzheimer’s and that’s why he showed up to Robin’s house with the blue French horn, he thought it was the year 2005. Robin calls Tracy to come pick him up, Ted does this every couple of nights." (By Anonymous)
this makes me sad in levels unknown of sadness but it’s still better than the actual ending.
THIS IS MAKING ME SO FUCKING SAD OH GOD NO
This is both beautiful and unbelievably sad, this ending would have been better!
Maybe it’s best that you’re not here. That you can’t see the person I’ve become. You already didn’t like the path I was walking down. I can’t imagine what you would say to the man I see in the mirror. Sometimes I don’t even recognize myself.
Maybe it’s best because the disappointment in your eyes can’t grow any stronger. The crinkled concern of your brow cannot grow any deeper. I no longer have to hear you say that I made the wrong decision when I broke the family mold.
Maybe for you this, in the long run, is the less painful situation. Not having to see your baby boy slowly grow into a version of the thing he’s studied and chased for so long.
But I would rather get a million lectures, see a thousand sideways glances filled with fear and sadness, hear your voice raised in frustrated anger during every phone call, then to only have this tombstone to talk to.