Where My Measurements At???

I hate when I look up how old the Beatles were during a huge turning point in their career and it’s some fuckass age like 22

*Kaz walks out hiding photos*

Nina: whatcha got there Kaz

Jesper: is it a picture of you staring at inej because you do that a lot tbh

Nina: is it you smiling, are you embarrassed

Kaz: not that you need to know but its plans for the bank and its surroundings

*Kaz leaves*

*later*

Kaz: you want to know what's actually in those photos?

Kaz: *showing jesper photos of kaz baking with flour in his hair*

Jesper: *in awe* why are you showing me these

Kaz: because no one... will ever believe you

Jesper: you absolute monster

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

Honestly, whats the point of even listening to Queen unless your music is so loud it sounds like they’re all beating you up with their instruments.

Me posting on tumblr:

tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)

mike: doing literally anything in S5

jonathan, behind him, plotting his murder:

the crows as buzzfeed unsolved out of context:

kaz:

inej:

jesper:

wylan:

nina:

matthias:

basically the plot of six of crows & crooked kingdom: