Guys my house crush is moving to LA. I’m just so upset right now. He’s so pretty and funny. Ugh, why didn’t I make moves earlier? God damn it.
God, I’m pathetic. I’m seeing Robocop tonight just so I can hang out with him.
for anybody not sure if they want to watch hannibal, i made a handy plot summary for you
get ready to throw things at mads mikkelsen’s face and cry
Crawford spotted Beverly Katz through the window of an examining room as he wove his way between the boxes. She had a pair of child’s coveralls suspended from a hanger over a table covered with white paper. Working under bright lights in the draft-free room, she brushed the coveralls with a metal spatula, carefully working with the wale and across it, with the nap and against it. A sprinkle of dirt and sand fell to the paper. With it, falling through the still air more slowly than sand but faster than lint, came a tightly coiled hair. She cocked her head and looked at it with her bright robin’s eye.
Crawford could see her lips moving. He knew what she was saying.
That’s what she always said.
A woman that followed her instinct and saw the cracks. Someone who understood responsibility in the same way as me.