ThatBlueCenterlight
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
There’s just no question.
Okay, so this is probably the gayest, dumbest thing ever, but I’ve been struggling unbearably this summer on whether or not I should continue pursuing acting, really considering giving it up, but then I took a hard look at Tom Hiddleston and David Tennant, and thought, “How can that even be a question?” I have to work with these guys; have to. Even if it takes 15 years. There’s so many people I hate, and so much I don’t believe in any more, but it’s people like those two who make me believe there still are good people, and I’m willing to go through years of humiliation, rejection, nerves, and doubt because I owe them everything. It’s either die now or work as hard I can to work with all the people I love because I hate it when things are out of my reach.
