I think I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.
“we’ll take the lot!”
wow harry maybe some of the other kids on the train wanted some candy
but nope i guess the boy who lived is entitled to the entire fucking trolley
For a long while now, I’ve suspected that connection with another person, real connection simply isn’t possible. I’m curious if you disagree, although I suspect you feel as I do in this, as you to in so many other things. So tell me; is it possible to truly know another person? Is it even a worthwhile pursuit?
Yours is the only opinion I’ll trust, the only point of view that holds even the faintest interest. I find my diversions, as I always do but the days are long in this grey place.
I dearly hope you’ll write soon.
The difference between Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch is that I’d trust Tom Hiddleston to watch my cats for me without eating them.
WHEN DEREK KHALE CHIPS SIT OUT FOR TOO LONG THEY GO DEREK STALE.
T h e G r a n d B u d a p e s t H o t e l (dir. by Wes Anderson, 2014)"You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it."