these are the sins

Pietro Galli.

[ileanabalan-deactivated20141204]

I’m thinking not, no.

[gallipietro]

Your call. It definitely looks like a good struggle, and for reasons unbeknownst to me, you won't accept a helping hand, but l did offer. 

[fromvulgartodivine]

"Yes, thank you."

"You’d think I could manage a simple box like this."

[gallipietro]

Lynn, is that a... bump I see? Either that or you've put on a bit of weight, in which case feel free to slap me for pointing it out. 

[libertyischaos]

The fuck have you been?

[gallipietro]

A couple of places, but I'm back now, so spare me any more questions you might have, eh?  

[gallipietro]

You need a hand with that?

[adoringstefan]

[fuckyeahhleonardo]

[infamoussayings]

Feelings are more dangerous than ideas, because they aren’t susceptible to rational evaluation. They grow quietly, spreading underground, and erupt suddenly, all over the place.

Brian Eno (via infamoussayings)

[dsdsfdgd-deactivated20150704]

[gallipietro]

Dear Pietro, 

I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but as time as passed I’ve come to find that you were always someone I could trust. Hell, we can even be around one another for more than 3 hours at a time, which is a big accomplishment for me. I know I haven’t been the best to you, in all aspects of our friendship. (Sorry for tying you to the bed..) You never deserved anything I’ve done to you, I can admit that. ( Although I’ll deny it if you tell anyone else). I’m glad that we’ve grown to find a mutual understanding of one another. What I’m trying to say it that I have to leave town and I probably won’t be returning. That’s all I can really say. Anyways, —-I’ll miss you. Thank you for everything and I hope you’ll find the happiness you seek, and find someone deserving of you. I’ll send you a post card every now and again. Maybe even a couple of naked pictures if I’m feeling generous. 

(P.S. I left your money with your maid.) 

(P.P.S. I might have taken a whip or two.)

Love, Lucianna. 

[romeoandjulietfan]

sad hours seem long.

[just-cecile]

Is everything alright?

[just-cecile]

Doe-eyed and quiet, Cécile had learned early on that she comes off as pretty innocent to most people - mysterious enough to be interesting, yet not enough to be a threat. Whether the young brunette had been quite curious by nature, or if she’d developed it from usually being so underestimated, she wasn’t completely sure, but Pietro definitely intrigued her - even if it wasn’t necessarily in a positive way. Cécile nodded and sat down on the leather seat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back a little. ”Grazie.” Her eyes moved to his for a second before she accepted the glass with a subtle smile, her fingers curling around the stem of the glass delicately. “That’s right, you didn’t.” The hint of a smirk formed on her face for a moment before she brought the glass to her lips for a sip, inviting a moment of silence before she looked at him again. “Are you here with anyone? Other than the little guy with the tail between his legs, I mean.”

[gallipietro]

There was a lot one could gather by merely looking at a person, but Pietro knew that looks were often deceiving, used by the intellectual as a tool to hide their true nature. Deceptive as they were, Pietro always kept this in mind and it guided the way he went about communicating with others, particularly strangers. Cécile was no exception.

Pietro's eyes examined her closely, taking in her smooth features detail by detail. He held her thoughtful gaze for a moment before she accepted the drink. She had beautiful eyes--innocent eyes. "I should have," he pointed out as he fell into the seat in front of her, comfortably adjusting himself, drink in hand. "You frequent this place, Cécile? It's one of my favourites. Great food. The kind that makes me proud of being Italian. And as for wine, only the best of the best. Vitoli Vlu knew what he was doing."  

And there it was. Curiosity disguised in casual conversation. Smart girl.

"I was, yes, but they left. George--he was the last one to go. Everyone has a... problematic friend, eh?"

[just-cecile]

Is everything alright?

[just-cecile]

"Can’t take credit for it, but I’ll be sure to tell my parents." Cécile grinned slightly, still watching him with a bit of intrigue in her eyes. The man who stood in front of her now was a completely different one than the one she had walked in on, that was for sure. "I’m Italian - of course I do." The brunette raised an eyebrow and shot him an amused look before she closed the door behind her, taking it as an invitation to do so. 

[gallipietro]

Experience had taught Pietro to never disclose much about himself. Privacy was something to be valued and the lack of it was dangerous. People knew his name throughout Rome and some were even convinced they knew him personally, but the truth of the matter was that Pietro preferred keeping to himself. To do otherwise was rash--and though disclosure of certain things could easily provide temporary comfort, he never sought for temporary anything. Solid things; habit and routine was what he opted for. Never anything temporary. 

"Risposta perfetta." Door closed, Pietro walked over to the private bar in the room he'd rented for the night. Just outside was the busy restaurant and bar. Busy was no good when dabbling in important business. The bottle of wine was already open from earlier, whereby he'd been waiting for the man to arrive for longer than originally expected. Pouring the liquid into two glasses, Pietro nodded at one of the large red-leather seats, encouraging his new guest to sit comfortably. As he handed her the drink, a warm smile on his lips, he resumed, "I didn't even ask if you were here with someone, Cécile."

[just-cecile]

Is everything alright?

[just-cecile]

"Don’t worry about it- I could’ve just minded my own business instead." Cécile watched the scolded man leave, not sure whether she should feel sorry for him, or expect a thank-you for saving him from the conversation. "Yeah, I thought so. I’m Cécile.. Beauchesne. Nice to meet you."

[gallipietro]

Pietro wouldn't justify the near threat she'd overheard just yet. There was no reason to unless curiosity drove her to ask questions she was better off not asking. Nonetheless, she didn't strike him as being curious to the extent of invading his business, which she'd made clear herself. "Cécile Beauchesne? That's a very beautiful name. The pleasure is all mine, eh?" Pietro offered her a smile and glanced at the door. "You like wine, Cécile?"  

[just-cecile]

Is everything alright?

[just-cecile]

"I’m sorry. It seems I wasn’t aware." Cécile bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes scanning the man’s face. "You’re Pietro Galli, aren’t you?"

[gallipietro]

"No problem. I'm sorry you had to walk in on an argument. That's never any good, is it?" There was no need to dismiss the man--he'd been quick enough to get out of sight the second Pietro had stopped speaking. Upon taking a deep breath, he examined the new face before him, memorising the neat features of the previously concerned woman. "Correct. And your name?"

[just-cecile]

Is everything alright?

[gallipietro]

"You have until Friday to your act together, you hear me? Or I'll make sure that--" To the sound of a voice, Pietro put an abrupt end to his words, the remainder of the sentence left to the imagination of the man who stood before him. 

"Yes, yes. Everything is alright. This is a private room, eh? I presume you weren't aware?" 

[young-dicaprio-blog]

[laurennesrage]

"I don’t give enough of a shit about your health to comment on it."

"I was gonna ask for one."

[gallipietro]

"Then I equally don't give a shit about you not giving a shit." 

"Well, are you? Quite frankly, Laurenne, I'd love to hear you use the word please if you do go through with the question. In fact, I won't give you one unless you do."