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Elizabeth Olsen photographed by Nahoko Suzuki, July 2015
I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken.
Tammara Webber, Where You Are (via simply-quotes)
ricardoderossi:
“Where is she?” He asked, marching through the hospital hallways, four bodyguards surrounding him at his front and back as he moved himself towards the nearest doctor. “My wife. I would ask if you would please bring me to her.”
As the doctors led Ricardo in--Guiliana barely noticed as her gaze stayed staring back towards the empty wall on her left. What was the safety of Rome compared to when you couldn’t even walk down the street without fear of being shot or mugged. How was she suppose to raise her children? With armed guards always feet away, stalking their precious time together with locked gazes?
ourfolieadeux:
Vincento hears the woman’s voice and momentarily considers ignoring it - Roma is full of dying people, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. But the voice sounds familiar… he follows the shout off the sidewalk and down the dark, dank alley. He eyes the figure that appears in front of him until he recognizes the face. “Guiliana? Cazzo!” He continues towards her in a jog, falling down on his knees beside the woman. He can’t leave Ricardo’s beloved here like this. “What happened?” He doesn’t want to touch her quite yet for fear of startling or hurting her and he isn’t sure if the gesture would be welcome just yet.
The voice is familiar and Guiliana tightens her fists, hoping its a friendly face and not a foe. After all the last thing she needed was more damage done to her already sore and harmed body. “Vincento--” His name is a quite gasp as she catches his gaze, her free hand still covering the blood wound on her leg where three bullets were still lodged. “I think--I think I was shot.”
How would you describe your personal style? Quiet and conservative.
“Help--I need help!” The walls of the alleyway pressed against her forehead as she clenched her fists, the searing pain in her leg made the world seem out of focus. Tears streaked her cheeks as she sank lower, her jeans soaked with the grime of the ground and the crimson blood escaping her body.
johan-muller:
Have you seen what’s happening on the news? Everyone is losing their shit. It will only turn out terribly.
From what I’ve seen first hand, I believe the government is working very hard to take control of things.
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Everyone is always surprised by how old I am. They think I’m older, but it’s always been that way. I’m the youngest of four - maybe you grow up quicker because you just watch the big people.
johan-muller:
I’m close. Very fucking close to losing it.
I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you. But I’m sure things aren’t really that bad.
ourfolieadeux:
“What do you think you are doing?”
“I was just looking for Ricardo’s wedding band, he mentioned leaving it in his desk since his fingers were swelling. I’m sorry if I confused you.”
Lizzie polaroids from while she was in Tokyo, early last week.
text @ Calli
Guiliana: I think I may need your help.
Text @ Rick
Gui: The city is going mad isn’t it?
Elizabeth Olsen for Marie Claire May 2014