i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
“how the fuck are you making hd gifsets of a movie that’s still in theatres” a book by me
the sequel: “how did you make that gifset that episode aired 4.01 seconds ago”
the trilogy: “what the hell that awards show is airing this very moment where the fuck are all these gifs comings from”
The quadrilogy: how the fuck do you make gifs