the problem with having ‘my star my perfect silence’ as a tag for walter white is that sometimes it’s GREAT. you can reblog him being bold and brilliant, coming up with genius schemes, slipping into inner darkness, taking a stand, brimming with nerve and daring and destruction, and you get to be like MY STAR MY PERFECT SILENCE
but then sometimes he’s like. struggling to pick up potted plants or like. passed out face-first in popcorn. or bargaining using dipping sticks. or chasing flies with a homemade fly-sabre and you’re just there like. *rubs temples* “my star my…” *avoids eye-contact with everyone* ” …perfect…” *mumbles awkwardly* “…silence.”
walt: stupid fucking roomba, i get so jealous that jesse puts it on his lap when he cleans it out. i hate that it gets to go into every nook and cranny of jesse’s place and suck up his dead skin cells off the floor. I WANT TO DO THAT.
I swear every time I make a dumb post I just sit there looking at it thinking, “This is it. This is the dumbest thing I have ever put on this site.” and then I surprise myself by surpassing my own expectations.