Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
|Hannibal:||We even finish each other's s-
|Will:||Shut the fuck up, Hannibal.
|Tutor:||You can do revision instead of coming to tutorial this afternoon
|Me:||*Stuffs face with crisps and watch cartoons*
"You scare me,” he said. “why?” she asked. “Because I tell you things I can’t even tell myself."
"I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating."
I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”