#I Had To.

[moeyoon]

𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 ♡

[chronicowboy]

9-1-1 season 8, episode 6: confessions | fleabag season 2, episode 4

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

While Laika was the name popularized around the world, she had many nicknames including Kudryavka (Russian for Little Curly), Zhuchka (Little Bug), and Limonchik (Little Lemon).

[agnes-draws]

someone help poor alastair

[stackedbirds]

hualian cooking together for tgcf for gaza :)

[twildflower]

[sleeptaken]

[justfranzz]

My addition to the Faulkner light up crocs debate

[muqingfx]

pei ming: Are we fighting or flirting?

hua cheng: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

pei ming: Your point?

[annieqattheperipheral]

goalie line!

cale apologizing to juice for the team messing with his save% by going in for a makeout sesh. my god what are those bedroom eyes girl

nate like omg caler pls some couth i get to kiss him first

[57sfinest]

LOGIC -- Let's say, hypothetically, you are a Barbie girl. Okay, let's even say you’re in a Barbie world. Right, so- in this scenario you would obviously know from personal experience that life in plastic is fantastic. Wouldn't it be reasonable to assume that one could brush your hair and undress you literally everywhere? Imagination, you can derive from the fundamentals of basic logic, that life is your creation.

[lavishedlilacs]

Busts down your door

Hi! :3

That's all

[dangerdragoncat]

Oh dear….

Who made the child cry?

[vicsy]

even if just for a moment, ricbull was real. I was there and I lived it.

[pureanonofficial]

LES MIS LETTERS IN ADAPTATION - Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse, LM 3.7.3 (Shoujo Cosette)

A lugubrious being was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child; less than twenty years of age, with a handsome face, lips like cherries, charming black hair, the brilliant light of springtime in his eyes; he had all vices and aspired to all crimes. The digestion of evil aroused in him an appetite for worse. It was the street boy turned pickpocket, and a pickpocket turned garroter. He was genteel, effeminate, graceful, robust, sluggish, ferocious. The rim of his hat was curled up on the left side, in order to make room for a tuft of hair, after the style of 1829. He lived by robbery with violence. His coat was of the best cut, but threadbare. Montparnasse was a fashion-plate in misery and given to the commission of murders. The cause of all this youth’s crimes was the desire to be well-dressed. The first grisette who had said to him: “You are handsome!” had cast the stain of darkness into his heart, and had made a Cain of this Abel. Finding that he was handsome, he desired to be elegant: now, the height of elegance is idleness; idleness in a poor man means crime. Few prowlers were so dreaded as Montparnasse. At eighteen, he had already numerous corpses in his past. More than one passer-by lay with outstretched arms in the presence of this wretch, with his face in a pool of blood. Curled, pomaded, with laced waist, the hips of a woman, the bust of a Prussian officer, the murmur of admiration from the boulevard wenches surrounding him, his cravat knowingly tied, a bludgeon in his pocket, a flower in his buttonhole; such was this dandy of the sepulchre.