So Darren is playing in Paris.
And here I’m struggling with the fact that if I don’t find a solution quickly (aka more work) I won’t even have money for groceries next month.
And all of this thanks to the debt with the state that my ex left me with.
So I’ll allow myself to be a whiny child for 5 minutes. (Because I may not care about meet&greet and events, but an acoustic concert would have been nice.)
And then I’ll hide my bloody scarf under my black clothes and go out in the world as usual, doing my job.
I’ll just keep fighting.
Edit: My little babyblainers made me this gif and now I’m sobbing…
Do you love me?
Even with my dark side?
Now I’ll wait until someone makes a gifset of all the parallel frames of Di Caprio between Gatsby and Romeo+Juliet.
is it just me? The looking up when he first met Daisy, the glass between them?
I’ll wait, then.
Why am I never able to show the size of my wounds?
you’re everything, carole. words can’t describe you. you’re everything.