Marshall is just a simple man, caught in a web of fashion he doesn’t understand…
Oh my god. It looks as though she whispered some sort of horrific Lovecraftian secret of the universe to him, and his soul simply gave up right then and there, leaving him an empty husk.
He’s wondering if he’s still on drugs.
His face could say I’m going to slice your pancreas out with a scyth and I wouldn’t give a shit.
Mattress surfing Queen.
I love how the hood falls in the perfect moment. Because it’s Julie Andrews and the hoodie ain’t falling untill it’s time.
i don’t understand why it’s illegal to have sex with a miner they provide us with coal and electricity they deserve a little fun