A Series Of Unfortunate Events (2004)
Dear reader, there are people in the world who know no misery and woe. And they take comfort in cheerful films about twittering birds and giggling elves. There are people who know that there’s always a mystery to be solved. And they take comfort in researching and writing down any important evidence. But this story is not about such people. This story is about the Baudelaires. And they are the sort of people who know that there’s always something. Something to invent, something to read, something to bite, and something to do, to make a sanctuary, no matter how small. And for this reason, I am happy to say, the Baudelaires were very fortunate indeed.
the shitty thing about having read a book in which a major character dies in the end is that when you see the movie it’s so fucking painful because when you’re seeing that character and whenever they’re smiling all you can think of is “you’re gonna fucking die” like you can literally feel your soul being ripped out of your chestI’m looking at youfishingboatproceeds
new haircut :)
see this selfie? none of us will have a selfie like this selfie. none of us are this man. none of us will ever post anything that gets as many notes as this selfie. oh, you have a hundred note selfie? cool. oh, you have a thousand note selfie? nice. but this guy? this guy’s got 44k notes on his selfie because he got a new fucking haircut. he’s been on every kind of blog. pale grunge, soft ghetto, comedy, fandom, all of them. none of us will ever have a selfie quite like this. we’re pathetic. we’re nothing, we graduate and get 50 notes on our selfies, he gets a new haircut, and he gets 44 thousand. who are we? nobody, that’s who.