everybody but me

"Oh come on...just...fucking..."

"—— Do you need help?"

katiefitchthebitchh:

hey-its-tea:

"I’m only drinking until I start hallucinating Steve Buscemi riding a horse. It’s a fun game." He spoke after downing the glass of whiskey in front of him.

"Really, I’m all ears. What was the pick-up line?"

"Uh... Do you have wifi? Because I'm feeling the connection."

"I'm just trying to help you."

Yes! Finally someone who gets it.

I can only imagine the amount of people who have no clue about the movie yet idolize Marilyn. I like her film Niagara the best though. Have you seen that one?

"Seriously, mate?"

Ryan was on his was to visit his grandmother after he had to miss when his family were going to travel down to see old Maggie down at the homes for aging people. She used to be a peach to visit but once she reached seventy-three her Alzheimers took over and talking to her was a lot of effort. For some odd reason she always seemed to call him Elvis instead of Ryan and forgot the conversation a minute later. Nevertheless, he loved her still and had purchased her a bouquet of orchids at Flowerworks on his way to the shelter. He looked at the orchids and took a good sniff of them before he collided into another person, causing his lanky body to shuffle his two left feet quickly to avoid falling on the floor. "Sorry," he mumbled to the stranger, straightening his terrible posture to take a better look at who he bumped into, "I should have looked up — you play chess?"

"Stupid fuckng thing..just work!"

"Woah, there's no need to yell at it. We can just look up how to fix it and you can avoid getting charged for obstruction of property."

How to Marry a Millionaire never gets old.

"That's the movie with Marilyn and Betty right?"

What are you doing here?