It’s, uh, Frank, right? I mean, he picked me, not Professor Keating. I look nice, I know, but that’s just my face.

Viola Davis is a freaking tour de force. As she slowly peels back her wig, her eyelashes and wipes away her makeup, you can just see Annalise come undone. She doesn’t say a word, but you can feel the pain radiating off her. It gave me the chills. (x)



I get so confused in American high school films, like you have different classes called trig and calculus. It’s all maths, how on earth do you spend a whole year of lessons just doing trig.

welcome to hell


why do people fuck with other people’s feelings

its not ok

its not right

this bothers me so fucking much holy shit

why get someone’s hopes up and then bam u leave

stop treating good people like they’re a piece of shit.