So…I leave for work knowing that the walls are being repainted, I come home to half finished yellow walls with white blobs, the carpet on the stairs is missing and there’s a giant hole in the ceiling…wut?
I have the greatest idea. All of the Harry Potter...
privyet-motherland: accioweasleytwins: ^ This shit is fucking huge. There’s even a forest behind it. *Cough Forbidden Forest I feel the need to reblog this for my buddies and because LONG ISLAND REPRESENT
Facinating Aida, you have my mood perfect...
Those of a sensitive disposition…leave now. Feckity feckity feckity feckity feck, feck, feck. Feckity feckity feckity feckity feck, feck, feck. Feck, shite, feck, shite, feck, shite, arse. Feck, shite, shite, feck, feck, shite, arse.
A short script
Int. Abandoned Factory night THE MAN sitting at a round table under a single lamp. He is dressed in a black suit, white shirt, red tie, and a black hat. He is focused on his cards. Footsteps from an expensive leather shoe hitting bare cement are heard approaching. PAULIE hesitates outside the light, unseen. THE MAN Yo Paulie, yer late. THE MAN picks up his cards and shuffles them...
have you ever looked up to see a full moon and wonder if someone else is looking up at that same moon thinking the same thing? did you wish it was a certain someone? or would you rather imagine who it might be?