
hey arthur conan doyle, happy birthday! thanks for bringing sherlock holmes into the world!
why does leonardo dicaprio always end up dead in the water with no girlfriend
every time I listen to Florence + the Machine I turn into a literal meadow dwelling nymph who wears raindrops as hats and sunbathes on a lilypad
you’re on tumblr, there’s no one around and all your shows are on hiatus…
then… out of the corner of your eye you see them…
the hannibal fandom
my patronus: a pale, overweight quentin tarantino struggling to climb out of the water and onto his yacht.