❝ I’m Just A Musical Prostitute, My Dear. ❞ 

ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind.

black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check.

bruce: how’d you get your scar?

zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.

bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: that’s terrible. how do you feel about capes.

I don’t know why but she looks inspiring. Love her

whats the meaning of life? son, its those little tiny pumpkins. the ones that are mad small.  you know the ones i mean. 

Eva Kviig Mohn, Ønske deg av hjertet alle gode ting

You’re invited to three dinner parties, you must attend one. You cannot kill yourself.

This is a composite of meteor images captured during the Perseid maximum in the morning of the 12th of August 2016. Image credit: Michael Nolle

contrary to popular belief, what men think of you is honestly like the least important thing ever lol

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