As you lay dying, did you think of me?


whatwouldrogerdo:

Look, I want to tell you something because you’re very dear to me and I hope you understand it comes from the bottom of my damaged, damaged heart. You are the finest piece of ass I ever had and I don’t care who knows it. I am so glad I got to roam those hillsides.

Fuck. Yes.

(I’m fully aware that I have become a Battlestar-level nerd about Mad Men. Do not care.)