I’ll be angry if act 6 of Crystal doesn’t end like this.
This is just too perfect.
I am hungarian and I am proud of it.
For those who understand it: Turbék-turbék
Feel free to follow.
“What I didn’t realize, back when I was this twenty-five-year-old pinup for geeks in that me myself and iconic metal bikini, was that I had signed an invisible contract to stay looking the exact same way for the next thirty to forty years. Well, clearly I’ve broken that contract. Partly because, in an effort to keep up my disguise as a human being, I had a child at some point. And then, in an effort to stay sane for said child, I took pounds and pounds of medications that have the dual effect of causing water retention (think ocean, not lake) while also creating a craving for salad—chocolate salad. So yes, in answer to your unexpressed question, sanity does turn out to come at a heavy price.”
Carrie Fisher is amazeballs. I love her.
Carrie Fisher is one of my favorite people to listen to and read. She has a gigantic brain and a razor intellect and doesn’t get enough credit for it, dammit
In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.
game of thrones