If Paul McCartney fell on a piano, by the time he picked himself up he would’ve written three songs.
Currently trying to write an essay for a book that I’ve only read half of. Due tomorrow. Why do I do these things to myself?
Can’t scratch my head in class because I’m afraid the teacher will think I’m raising my hand
Yes!AHHH THAT EYEBROW THING
forever reblogging this when it comes up on my dash
Some Like it Hot (1959)
Nineteen. Fifty. Fucking. Nine.
one girl scrolled past this and woke up without boobs
Forever reblog cuz I don’t wanna wake up without boobs.
The fucking notes
MISSING : BOOBS
Seriously, though. Watch out for the little one. He’s crazy.