take your carriage very slowly by your rival’s home, that she might see your latest hat
Eat your heart Catherine, you toad-eating hag.
Elizabeth, you must surely be aware that I am unable to view the roads from my apartments due to the vastness of my estate…
Bold of you to assume I don’t have enough wealth to bribe the gate keeper to let me in
To All the Mutuals I Still Follow Even Though We Only Had That One Hyperfixation in Common Like Five Years Ago
Elton John on Freddie Mercury.
(I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
"You and the others were there for me when I lost Tadashi…”
“….Now I wanna be here for you,“
“He wasn’t just a hero…he was my hero…”RIP Stan Lee
(December 28 1922 - November 12, 2018)
writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:
One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?
In this economy? Thank them politely, pledge your loyalty, and join the mob.
