Why do some people romanticise bus journeys as time to be alone with their thoughts? What kind of bus are you on? Because most of mine include screaming children, selfish middle aged ladies taking entire seats for their shopping forcing you to stand up and grumpy bus drivers who seriously hate their jobs.
I could do it
Leo whispers to himself
I could just snatch it and run
Bought some ‘power warrior’ action figures today…
The laugh I just did probably was my evilest laugh yet.
is there such a thing as too much high def?
I’m not gonna lie- reblogging this almost solely to look at the velvet bodice
The details in the FABRIC. I CAN FEEL IT.
Her hair… her hair hAS THE START OF FLYAWAY STRANDS OHMYGOD SHE IS IMPERFECTLY PERFECT!
she even has a crack in her lips i am going to cry