Dakin.

My evening would start at a classy, swanky night club around seven pm. I am here because I left my watch the previous night where my best friends’ bachelor party took place. At the club I meet Anne Hathaway where we get to talking, having a grand time until we decide to move the party. We head to my Lamborghini Aventador parked out front and hop over to some fancy restaurant, some place with valet and a garden out back. After dinner we make our way back to my place for a movie. Fast forward three hours later, she’s snuggled up against my arm and dozes off, at peace with the world, having found the perfect man.

Then I don my mask and cape to fight crime because I’m the motherfucking batman. 

fuck ‘em.

reblor:

dakinbacon:

my roommate is explaining car rivalries too me. Like, literally, cars that are seen as rivals to each other by cart enthusiasts. The more you know…

To* ;))))))) I love when you have typos because it’s just so rare.

I do it when I’m drunk on purpose every once in a while so everyone else doesn’t feel incredibly inferior to my superb language skills.

Than/then again bek, you know there’s also that rare occurrence of me straight up being unable to English properly. 

my roommate is explaining car rivalries too me. Like, literally, cars that are seen as rivals to each other by cart enthusiasts. The more you know…