You have a dinner date for seven. What time do you arrive?
Seven. Am. Case the restaurant. Run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not I gotta kill him. Dispose of the body. Replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.
No, everything you just said is insane.
And, we are out of time. Congratulations, you’re a failure.
*sees spoiler warning for a thing i like* oh no *reads it anyway* shit i’ve been spoiled
When they work, long distance relationships
are the best sort of beautiful, I think. That a
person could wait months, cross miles and
oceans for a few short spectacular moments
with the person they love, that’s it, you know,
that’s what we’re all searching for.
I want kisses and drunk texts and flowers and cuddles and lap dances and surprises and dates and bite marks and movies and notes and phone calls and back rubs and to be eaten out
this guy fieri cake is slowly destroying my life
and i promise you, someday we'll tell ourselves, oh my god, this is p a r a d i s e
Fun History Fact: The overwhelming majority of cowboys in the U.S. were Indigenous, Black, and/or Mexican persons. The omnipresent white cowboy is a Hollywood studio concoction meant to uphold the mythology of white masculinity.
I will always re-blog this