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.
"LOOK I FOUND A SCIENCE I FOUND IT I FOUND THE SCIENCE LOOK THOR LOOK ITS A SCIENCE OMFG SCIENCE"
meanwhile the people passing by are like “thor control ur human shes doing weird thing”
Once Upon a Time + outfits.
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
my favorite post of 2013
Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
Holy fuck. I never really understood how they caught birds before, I assumed they had to sneak up on them.
How was this even caught on camera?
did that cat fucking put the thing in its mouth in midair so it could land on its feet