Yawns are catching. Even when you’re kittens in a bucket.
OH GOD THERE ARE THREE OF THEM
"You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You’re sensitive, then you turn into an asshole." ― Fight Club (1999)
From photographer Cyrill Matter’s website
can we talk about this lady please? How she was an elderly, single woman who literally left all of her property to her cats and how the artists could have just made her a stereotypical crazy old cat lady but instead they made her absolutely fabulous and graceful and she still twirls in front of her mirror like she’s pretending to be a princess at age 60/70/80-something?
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - parallels