Because you can never get enough of Justin Theroux in grey sweatpants.
Filed under "religion," because I'm sure we're all ready to get down our knees and worship.
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Because you can never get enough of Justin Theroux in grey sweatpants.
Filed under "religion," because I'm sure we're all ready to get down our knees and worship.
What. The. Fuck.
I've come away from the last two episodes of the third and final season of The Leftovers feeling like I've been on some sort of mind-bending field trip that—coupled with the Alice Through the Looking Glass world we're actually currently living in—leaves me believing the events of this series could actually happen; and in fact that we're on the verge of them happening. Nothing would surprise me at this point.
As if the first two seasons of world-building with the whole off-kilter millions-of-people-spontaneously-disappearing and humanity's reaction to it weren't enough, in the third and final act of this story we're now watching Kevin Senior's trek through the Australian outback in search of spiritual enlightenment and Kevin Junior continuing to see people who may or may not be there. We know something huge is coming…or is it? All I can say is "What the fuck, HBO? How are you reaching so deeply into our anxiety-ridden collective subconscious and pulling this shit out?"
Jennifer Aniston is one lucky bitch.
Wouldn't you like to wake up and find Justin Theroux naked and handcuffed to your headboard?