Oh these pies aren’t homemade, they were made in a factory.
A bomb factory.
They’re bombs.
who the fuck thought up the plot for this episode
Remember when Benedict said you could have him on his knees begging if you pull his hair just right
my favorite part about art history is that in the older eras the style was really refined but nobody knew shit about anatomy
goddamit
I’m stuck between wanting to be an adult, accomplishing a lot, and contributing a lot to society and lying on my floor, ignoring my responsibilities, and crying to sad songs alone in my room.
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
