"Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also, with too much
world, and, drinking, I myself ran over." - Rilke

This is a blog dedicated to my few hedonistic delights, so expect a lot of John Simm, David Tennant, tongue-in-cheek objectification of the human form, and smutty gifs. And the rare moment of substance.

In real life, I'm a quiet, socially repressed, asexual academic. You can call me toodlepip or V.

 

Dammit, Suits, you made me cry. Again. And the promo…sweet baby jebus, Harvey. 

Donna: I don’t know how to say this.

Harvey: Just say it, Donna. What?

Donna: Your dad…he had a heart attack.

I cannot with the mood swings in this show.

Ok, I need to see Harvey Specter in a knockdown fist fight some time this season.

This thing, it must happen.