That cat is not even playful, he is downright -concerned- about this fucking penguin aelinawhwa
CAT: ARE YOU OKAY SMALL WIBBLY ANIMAL
S-sir? Sir, what are you-
Sir, are you-
Sir, please stop.
Sir
Are you okay?
I can’t remember if I blogged this or not but oh my fucking cute.
(Source: 01012012)
Via Hamfish land
this is my “fuck you picture” to my male friend who said i needed more muscle tone. I love my body, ain’t nobody got time fo that.
Note: Oh my god you are absolutely beautiful! Work it girl :D
Via live and let love
Wilder was initially hesitant, but finally accepted the role under one condition:
When I make my first entrance, I’d like to come out of the door carrying a cane and then walk toward the crowd with a limp. After the crowd sees Willy Wonka is a cripple, they all whisper to themselves and then become deathly quiet. As I walk toward them, my cane sinks into one of the cobblestones I’m walking on and stands straight up, by itself… but I keep on walking, until I realize that I no longer have my cane. I start to fall forward, and just before I hit the ground, I do a beautiful forward somersault and bounce back up, to great applause.
When Stuart asked why, Wilder replied, “because from that time on, no one will know if I’m lying or telling the truth.”
Gene Wilder was a genius.
I will always reblog this.
