me: learns something absolutely cursed i wish i could unlearn
me, texting a friend: hey guess what i just found out
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Jules of Nature

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The Bowery Presents
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me: learns something absolutely cursed i wish i could unlearn
me, texting a friend: hey guess what i just found out
Character Study Collection — Aziraphale 204/∞
CHLOE DECKER | 3.01
By Mordelle
Summary: Anthony J. Crowley is a cynical book critic who doesn't believe in love. Aziraphale Z. Fell, is a bookshop owner and romance novelist. Aziraphale's godson good-naturedly sends Aziraphale's romance novel to the famous critic, who writes him an unmerited, awful review. Both are enamoured with an anonymous friend from a respectable book forum. Little do they know they have unwittingly fallen in love with each other in their sanctuary of anonymity.
a quick and random behind the scenes Crowley xD
crowley / aziraphale
Take my hands into yours and please, promise me, don’t ever let go.
k.b. // i can’t live without u (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)
The last lines of the Divine Comedy (in order; Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso), Dante Alighieri.
Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; “The Angel in the Forest,”
“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Maybe I’m an old man but goddamn, these vampires with blood dripping down their chins–that’s your food!! THAT’S YOUR FOOD!! Close!! Your!! Mouth!! You think some asshole slobbering chicken noodle soup or yogurt or clam chowder all down themselves would be sexy??? What makes you any different, you sticky-stained slackjawed screwball??? Close your mouth!! Use a napkin!! And for godssakes stop looking so smug, like, “Oooo, I’m a creature of the night look at what sustains me” yeah uh huh a fucking lack of basic hygiene is what I’m seeing and it is not impressive!! At all!! My nephews are three years old and they drool less than you do!! You’re how many centuries old?!?! ACT LIKE IT
Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Poem of the End”, Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems
“By command of the newly appointed sovereign, our order’s sacred mission shall be to root out heretics, witches, and traitors to the Crown.”
“My lord, all of us are heretics, witches, and traitors to the Crown.”
“Yes, but he doesn’t know that.”