I may or may not be a dirty hipster.

Kathleen… :D

If tattoos are for sailors and prostitutes, which am I?

I’ve chosen to be happy…

The end.

Kathleen!

My mouth tastes like an ashtray of vomit, but I got this awesome bruise out of it.

Je deteste tout.

You never know when that urge will hit.

sherlockian-spockian:

imperativa:

hotbutterpopcorn:

“Will you be my companion?”

I would say yes to that marriage proposal faster than you can say ‘Timey-Wimey Detector’.

Oh. My. God.

My life.