[cernieran]

damn bitch u still alive?

          i’m a bad bitch u can’t kill me…

[cernieran]

           ... sigh

[herzspalter]

Is it October yet?

[ju33e]

[lipglosse]

Italy last year

[gmorenini]

✨🌸🔫

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Naples | theslowtraveler

[strwberree]

Craco, Italy via @ alexandros76

[drhntr]

[kafkasdiariies]

Casina Vanvitelliana and Santa Maria Maddalena, Campania, Italia | Sara Pagano

[breathtakingdestinations]

Tuscany - Italy (von www.to-tuscany.com)

[mochi-lynn]

Complement their new boots

[jawnkeets]

naples cathedral 🌹

[mostlyitaly]

Locorotondo (Apulia, Italy) by  Jean DE INES

[blonding]

first try w clip studio paint!!

[cernieran]

POLNAREFF.

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    “ WELL, I’M NOT SURPRISED that you killed him. He seems like … a piece of work, so to speak. ”

                       ———❝ IF IT WERE UP TO ME... he would still be alive. ❞ crouched beside the body in question, the man flipped open the wallet he’d just procured off his person. lorenzo ricci. a former passione soldato and defected drug smuggler. lifting from his position, he offered the other the drivers license.

       ❝ doesn’t give us much on his partners, not that i believed he would snitch even after all of that. ❞ 

[cernieran]

GIOVANNA.

                                           Continued with @cernieran from X                       ☆ / I HAVE A DREAM  :  GIORNO GIOVANNA

Golden sparkles and lights - this seemingly natural glow to his figure. Giorno had this mask of sorts, clung to his emotions as he went from a void to something more playful. It was the very persona that he played up for the camera - held over this guise of a true gangster. “I’m not sure about that, amico. Perhaps I’ll come back when the Grande Ufficio di Bruno is less busy, hm?”, he spoke with a sly smile.

                        ———❝ YOU MAKE THE TITLE SOUND SO DIGNIFIED. in fact, i nearly forgot how it is i spend my days. ❞ smiling, the man brushed a bit of hair behind his ear. something about how the other carried himself felt different, many months past the fatal usurpation of the former boss. he’d never considered the other a dishonest person; the word did not sit properly. rather, giorno was more… inward. what truths he kept, he kept under lock and key. a safe does not necessarily lie about what valuables it holds — it just doesn’t tell you.

       ❝ the tide is falling. i assume you’ll not be joining me on the water today, don giovanna? ❞