This is one corner… of one country, in one continent, on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see.
Honestly, nobody’s recognizing me. Maybe it’s because Finnick always has his top off. I’ve not been walking round much with my top off.
Happy 35th Birthday, Hermione Jean Granger! (September 19, 1979)
Inglourious Basterds (2009)
When asked about the misspelled title, director Quentin Tarantino gave the following answer: “Here’s the thing. I’m never going to explain that. You do an artistic flourish like that, and to explain it would just take the piss out of it and invalidate the whole stroke in the first place.”
Are we destined to destroy each other? Or can we change who we are, and unite?
If I die first, and I almost certainly will, you will be my sole heir. There’s not much in the kitty, except a set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry, but when the time comes, these will be yours. Along with whatever we haven’t already spent on whores and whiskey.
Let’s do a head count here: your brother the demi-god; a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.
I don’t actually do any exercise, which is really bad. But I wear heels a lot. My theory is that it’s painful, so it’s gotta do something.
how many times do i have to reblog you before you notice i wanna talk to you