(◕‿◕✿) ah someone reblogged my post…
(ʘ‿ʘ✿) //goes to their page to look at the tags
Literally all I want from Bond 24 is Q in his pajamas. Is that too much to ask?
Ode to a Potato Chip
My stomach aches, and a dull fullness pains
my body, as though entire fistfuls I had eaten,
or emptied an entire bag to the dregs
and one minute later, sunk into lethargy:
I am not plopped here envying your perfect
shape, but rather that you are a too perfect spirit
of a root vegetable, and in some crunchy scheme
of artificial flavoring, you sing me blissfully
to sleep, bathed in crumbs, profoundly sedate.
that’s it. the rest of europe can go home. nothing can anything top this
His dancers looked like newborns and he had bloody tampons/condoms hanging from the ceiling
THIS IS SO PERFECT YES THIS IS AMAZING YES OH MY GOD IDK WHAT IS HAPPENING BUT I LOVE IT THANK YOU ROMANIA