Ditte | 20 | Denmark (◡‿◡✿)
I made an old lady blush today at work because she ordered two senior coffees and I said “SENIOR ? I’m sorry miss, i’m going to have to ask to see some ID.” and she covered her mouth and went “Oh dear me” and couldn’t stop smiling
”?!” makes a sound in my head, but I can’t describe what it is.
it must be really sad for chris evans when he finds a nice shirt that fits him really well but then he accidentally flexes his mammoth fucking biceps and hopelessly rips the sleeves into a thousand pieces, which i assume happens at least three times a week
where do i sign up to be a rich but barely working artistic person/musician in a big city in a studio apartment with wood floors and lots of books and comfy sweaters and rainy afternoons and gentle abstract music playing in the background because this is really all i want from life