Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
I hate it when you’ve been really on edge for a while and then you have a breakdown over a little thing and everyone thinks that you’re getting super upset about not washing your hair
Are you alright, my love?
high tide and low tide in great britain. photographs by michael marten
what happens at olive garden when theyre grating the cheese and you don’t say “when”
the waiter gets more and more concerned as the cheese starts piling up and you remain silent. they eventually plead with you to stop this madness and just say when, but you hold firm. olive garden fills with cheese, killing everyone in the building as cheese begins to pour out into the street. the world floods with cheese. all is cheese.
#their relationship in a nutshell