(Source: ttimeturner)
(via stewygoddess)
Fan: “I want to know if I can give Ian a kiss.”
Ian: “I’m sorry I didn’t get it…”
Paul: “She wants to know if she can give you a kiss.”
Ian: “A kiss?”
Paul: “I think so. Or keys, maybe she wants keys. Do you want a key? Keys to your apartment, maybe. Keys or Kiss?”
Fan: “Kiss!”
Paul: “Oh, kiss. Alright. To the car or to the apartment?”
Most people think I’m Danny Glover’s son when they meet me. So when they ask, I say ‘No, I’m Crispin Glover’s son.’ Then we stare at each other for a long time.

FRANCO, YOU FUCKING KEENER. GET OFF MY LAWN.
(via randomthingsandgg)
Chuck: If I could say something. I for one can fully corroborate Miss Waldorf’s story. She was indeed having an affair with Professor Forrester. I know this because I keep tabs on everyone Blair sees and talks to, due to my insatiable jealousy. Though she did state something to the effect that he didn’t quite satisfy her like I used to.
Blair: It’s true.
(Source: hippieskank)
(via newyorkcanwait)
When did these two join the mafia? …not that I’m complaining or anything.
And I feel as though it would be a very majestic mafia too, right? Like…THE SCARLETT MAFIA. And they always wear silk suits in deep hues. With slicked hair. And they only smoke cigars. EASY MONEY & LOOSE WOMEN. I’m already thinking up insignias…! Anyone smell a fanfic?!