broadwaytheanimatedseries:

trashfirefallon:

validcriticism:

trashfirefallon:

validcriticism:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

Airports are fucking weird. Like I’m dressed like it’s ‘95 drinking wine and there’s a dude in a three pieced suit next to me, someone in pajamas, someone who looks like they’re going to the gym after this, and like a million button up shirts.

Update. I’m hammered.

Second update: I’m sober now but very fucking tired and in a different airport.

Additionally: I have no idea where the fuck I am

Important information: I’m fairly sure Douglas Adams was just fucking paged??? What the hell???

Have you checked if you’re alive?

Buddy I haven’t cared about blood pumping through my veins since 1920. You just gotta move on and do your own thing.

So you’re saying there’s a chance you’re tumblring your ‘airport’ adventures from the afterlife? 

im saying it doesnt matter because i have access to the internet

This entire thread is a big ass mood