One minute you’re defending the whole galaxy, and, suddenly, you find yourself sucking down Darjeeling with Marie Antoinette and her little sister.
I got a stomach full of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. Might’ve been too much. This isn’t a for-real suicide thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things. Do you want to wait to hear me describe death? Do you want to listen and see if my spirit can use the telephone?
(via fuckyeahsubs)
Buffy: Tell me you love me.
Spike: I love you. You know I do.
Buffy: Tell me you want me.
Spike: I always want you.
oh come on, the planets are crying out for your reunion
YES, PLEASE <3
(via audreyhepburncomplex)
