bookeertee:

alexisbote:

blablatricia:

indianabanana:

wendybirrrd:

I’ll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I’ll be looking at the moon,

But I’ll be seeing you.

Duke: How’s it hangin’ Harry?

Harry: I keep trying to die, but they won’t let me.

Duke: Well, you can’t have everything.