rubyscoobydont:

one of my favorite things about watching sunny is catching the cast either breaking or trying to hide their laughter so here’s a two minute compilation of it happening

overlypolitebisexual:

you come into my house, you disrespect my problematic fave

#me 

sleeping hard

Lunch time. Feels like it’s midnight? But I’m in the UK. (I think) I will be in Indianapolis tomorrow. (I think) I had no idea people did this to promote movies. This is CRAZY!!! HAHA! Roller coaster. Except there’s a person standing by to fix my hair or to hold my hand when I poop. (A thing I’ve started to demand. I’m STARLORD!!!)

What you lookin’ at? You all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes. You know why? You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers and say, “That’s the bad guy.” So… what that make you? Good? You’re not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy!

Neon Jungle at Key 103 Radio in Manchester - July 29th

scumkill:

she loves flowers

andrewgiraffields:

Lana Del Rey songs make me feel sad and nostalgic about things that haven’t happened to me

"What?! Who’s this little guy? I do wanna say hi but it’s gonna take up time that we don’t have for the interview." - Dylan fascinated by interviewer’s baby