I grabbed my phone to tell Carlos that if I didn’t make it home tonight, it wasn’t because I didn’t love him, or didn’t want to watch a documentary on special scientific graphs, or was too obsessed with my job to relax and enjoy a good meal and some television, it was only because I was zapped out of existence by a lunatic non-John Peters. And that, in fact, I do love Carlos, and I would want nothing more than to watch a documentary on scientific graphs over some homemade linguini, or to go out to eat again, or whatever!

But then, as I grabbed my phone, I thought, “Eh, that’s way too long to write for a text,” so…I just hit John Peters upside the head with it, knocking him unconscious.

can we just appreciate Cecil Palmer and this moment from Orange Grove for a minute? (via spoopyhousewivesofnightvale)
endlessspringinalbion:

Pete Doherty & Graham Coxon 

endlessspringinalbion:

Pete Doherty & Graham Coxon