i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye
The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.
doctor who + songs: exile by hurts
Sherlock with his bloody nose after John punches him
He’s thinking “Should have gone with the cake idea :(“
i need more of it on my dash o m g