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Fifty Shades of Grey, p. 317.

ugh of course your favorite movie is The Piano.

(via 50shadesofsuck)

fatherjohnmisty:

Alright, alright, alright HERE ARE THE LYRICS, YOU ADORABLE, LILY-FACED WEIRDOS:

FR. JOHN MISTY’S “HOLLYWOOD FOREVER CEMETERY SINGS”

Jesus Christ, girl

What are people going to think?

When I show up to one of several funerals

I’ve attended for Grandpa this week

 

With you

With me

But someone’s got to help me dig

 

Jesus Christ, girl

It hasn’t been long so it seems

Since I was picking out an island and a tomb for you

At the Hollywood Cemetery

 

You kiss

On me

But we should let this dead guy sleep

 

Jesus Christ, girl

I laid up for hours in a daze

Retracing the expanse of your American back

With Adderall and weed in my veins

 

You came

I think?

Because the marble made my cheeks look pink

But I’m unsure of so many things

 

But

Someone’s got to help me dig

Oh I need it..

 #And that’s the only thing he knows

tatteredcover:

Fabulous chart! Circles of influence in literature:

bloodandmoonshadows:

liminalzone:

sussexdowns:

murrehtrishoos:

sussexdowns:

murrehtrishoos:

theraggedyhipster:

SHERLOCK THESE ARE NOT THE WORST THINGS ABOUT LIVING WITH YOU

#we will never be short of body parts #i do not approve of using the kitchen for something as silly as food #my brother will probably kidnap you every so often #our flat will be searched for drugs occasionally #the rent will fluctuate depending on bullet holes explosion damage or acid corrosion #also you will never be allowed any other friends

#none of your property is sacred #personal space is a non-issue #all your money are belong to me #you are expected not to leave the house unless following after myself #starving is always a possibility #as is ingesting toxins by mistake #insults will be issued on a regular basis #oh and don’t mind that smell it’s just Mrs Hudson in the flat below — she does enjoy her soothers…

#you will have to cook and do the washing up and even my laundry #and apologize to everyone on my behalf because i’m a twat #the violin-playing will be dismal and out of tune and not actually have any semblance to music#also it will be played at random times like four in the morning #you might be taken hostage or hurt every so often #and oh #you will have to do the shopping of course #don’t forget the milk

#You’ll be expected to come when I call #A bit like a dog actually #But a dog that understands text messages… #Actually speaking of text messages: you’ll be expected to send my texts when I am too lazy to do so myself and this includes times when you are half way across London and have to run all the way back #Also you’ll have to ignore your doctor’s instincts because I don’t take shit from anyone and I’ll neglect food and load up on excessive amounts of nicotine patches and punch sleep in it’s metaphorical face if I want to because I can and there’s nothing you can do about it #My brother will stop by more regularly than pleasurable and probably victimize you with insults you won’t even understand until three days later #Which I may also do at times #You’ll be doing all of the house keeping because our landlady is in fact not a housekeeper and I can’t be bothered to do anything about that but make bigger messes so good luck with that #The bills and all manner of unpleasant business will be your responsibility #Including dealing with Anderson after I tell him off #And you’ll inevitably have to deal with the fact that people are going to assume that I not only dominate all of your time and effort in every day life but also you in the bedroom #They’re going to call you gay John #Very very gay

^^^^^^^^^

they’re going to call you gay john

very very gay

tatteredcover:

A lovely new frock made of words

classic-fantastic:

(via Trashionista: BOOKISH TREATS: A dress made of books!)

tatteredcover:

freaky and very clever:

true.