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hindikitty:

Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a let down. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.

—Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain

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"I told my nephew Amy had to put her hand on my boob because it was on fire.


"I told my nephew Amy had to put her hand on my boob because it was on fire.

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