a canon event for every oldest daughter is being told “you would be a good lawyer”

always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god. always an angel, never a god.

Fleabag | 1x04

Fleabag | 2x01

Fleabag | 2x06

i want to be wanted ‼️ but i dont want to use instagram or dating apps ‼️ or go on casual dates ‼️ i want devotion you put your soul on the altar of my being no questions asked ‼️ or nothing . do you get what i mean . wah

it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance

capybara #130: pov he saw you holding a slice of watermelon

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

I went to close the coop earlier but the hens didn’t feel like going home just yet, so I told them they could forage for ten more minutes before bedtime. When I returned (expecting to find them huddled inside, say good night, and close the door) they were standing by the door, looking like they didn’t dare to go in. There was a bird in their coop. A non-chicken bird. It was flying chaotically the way trapped birds do, crashing into every wall, somehow unable to stumble through the wide open door. The hens were staring at it with total stupefaction. The three of us stood there watching the bird and feeling awkward before it occurred to me to open the trap door over the nesting boxes, and it finally managed to fly out through this larger opening. The hens immediately entered their coop, climbed the little ladder to get inside and started the delicate process of choosing which perch to settle on tonight—while clucking to each other nonstop. I bet they’re still talking about it. They saw a fellow bird choose to leave the safety of the coop and fly away into the forest right as the sun was setting. Just about the craziest thing a bird could do. I started walking home and I could still hear their clucks of disbelief inside the coop the whole time.

dunno what ryan ross is up to nowadays but in my opinion he and dallon weekes should take turns hitting brendon urie with hammers

has a breakdown about what a lonely life it is. goes for a walk with headphones in. purchases a beverage at the supermarket. you know how it goes