January 2012
December 2011
“When you watch Torchwood there is a warning at the very beginning that some scenes may offend or disturb people, so if you allow your children to sit and watch it with you that’s your responsibility, it’s not ours anymore. We kissed, we held each other, we lay on top of each other in bed… and there were lots of complaints about that. Nobody complained that I was shot in the head four times, there were burning people in ovens, that I was stabbed by a mob of 50 people hundreds of times, and I was hanging dripping my blood in a pit. So that’s what confuses me, because you’re not complaining about gay sex, you’re complaining about two men kissing. And it’s 2011. And people say, “Well why should we have that on television?” Because the BBC have to represent the greater public — and there are gay people out there who pay their television license. For people to complain, that’s your prerogative — but you know what, none of them turned it off! They were just embarrassed because it put them in a position where they had to explain things to their kids or their family which probably should have been explained a long time ago.”
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John Barrowman (via childhoodgames)
Barrowman, everyone.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS!
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AND TO EVERYONE:
HAVE AN EXTRAORDINARY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
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You shouldn’t have to pretend to be enjoying yourself or having a good time. You shouldn’t have to pretend to be in a good mood, or pretend that you like yourself everyday. You shouldn’t have to pretend pretend pretend all the time.
I hate myself. I hate the way I look, I hate that I can’t do anything well, I hate that I have to pretend in order for people to be around me.
I hate that at the end of the day I either want to cry or kill myself because I am so fucking sick of pretending that I like what I see when I look in the mirror or that I can have fun when with people. The pretending wears me out. I hate all of it.
“So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger- because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.”
—Jack Kerouac (via 24ribs)
