"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the Autumn tree." - Emily Bronte.
Hunter: Wrecker, no!
Wrecker: WRECKER YES!
Echo: Wrecker, no!
Wrecker, sadly: Wrecker no...
Seeing Lewis Pullman in carhartt or a bolo tie pulls the exact same reaction out of me that a Victorian man would’ve had at the sight of a woman’s ankles. I won’t be elaborating at this time.
listen, i don’t know how to make this post any clearer but the men of greta van fleet were written by women. ✨✨✨✨
cassian is just straight up disassociating at this point. man’s soul has vacated.
Charlie Cox. Reblog if you agree.
i blog for girls who are umm relentlessly tormented. By the misery
26. Sweaters. Warm tea. Pumpkin patches. Books. Autumn Leaves. Apple Cider. Horror movies. Halloween.
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