“Leo had slammed his hand on the table countless times and he moved his hand further and he crushed a crystal cordial glass. Blood was dripping down his hand. He never broke character. He kept going. He was in such a zone. It was very intense. He required stitches.”
(Source: its-blee)
A rough draft of the letter I’m gonna send to Leo with a homemade Oscar
This is literally the funniest thing ever
(Source: samandriel)
I said this to a guy in a bar once (he gave me that same look) and it was like checking off an item on my bucket list.
The awesome and frustrating thing about these two is how much of their relationship is based on the unsaid.
Oh the joys of conveniently overlooking things in an attempt to be clever!
OMG every time I saw that post I was like, “DUH they went over this!” Go with the more classic argument of taking turns or finding something else to lay on.
(Source: my-ipod-died)
I’ve never needed anyone else in my entire life.
There’s a train that passes by my apartment a couple times a night (but I generally only hear the one at 2:15am) and I think of Inception every time.
“You’re waiting for a train…”
