my love for team rocket is extreme
I should join this screen-shotty-draw-ey challenge
“Lily, there are a million reasons why I love you. You make me laugh, and you take care of me when I’m sick. You’re sweet, caring, and you even created an egg dish and named it after me. It’s called “Egg Marshall,” and it’s awesome. But the main reason that I love you is that you’re my best friend, Lily. You’re the best friend I ever had.”
“Marshall, I love you because you’re funny, and you make me feel loved and you make me feel safe and for our anniversary, you gave me a sweatshirt that says “Lily and Marshall: Rocking it since ‘96.” I kinda wish I was wearing it right now cause it smells like you. But the main reason I love you, Marshall Eriksen, is you make me happy. You make me happy all the time.”
why didn’t james transform that night, like he could have just shocked voldemort so much and then rammed those fuckin antlers right into him
rick is reduced to being a giggling schoolgirl when in michonne’s presence
But no one’s ever stayed—you know, lingered. That’s what I missed out on—that kind of closeness.
"I’ve never actually been in a snowball fight… I don’t even know the rules. Is there, like, a point system or is it to the death?”
what’s booker’s favourite drink?
just kidding it’s scotch and regret
La Veuve noire by Jean-Gabriel Domergue (1889-1962) (via)