1715, West Indies

I'm glad we're ending 2019 knowing that black sails was unequivocally the best show of the decade

it’s been nine years and twenty seven days since the pilot of pushing daisies aired on television and still no screenwriter has ever topped the line “bitch I was in proximity”

ALL THE GLAMOUR AND THE TRAUMA AND THE FUCKING MELODRAMA

YES THIS IS VERY VERY BEST GOOD EXCELLENT LOVELY SPLENDIFEROUS POSITIVE ADJECTIVES!!!!

THIS REBLOG POST IS SO BIG THAT IT STANDS OUT FROM MY OTHER NOTIFICATION AND I HAD TO REBLOG THIS

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

What’s your group chat called

my brain works like the spirit box from buzzfeed unsolved

mostly static, sometimes disembodied words like “pastry” and “crime”, leaves you guessing

i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then

you ever been 2 seconds from a psychotic break because you cant get a necklace hooked

if the loch ness monster is ever proven to be real i’m throwing a huge party and im gonna get Fucked Up