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The Bowery Presents
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Color Me Curious
Cosmic Funnies
Not today Justin
Doug Jones
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$LAYYYTER
The Bright Sessions

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Love Begins
sheepfilms

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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

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jakob-lehnsherr will now only be held as an archive.
Robert De Niro at The Deer Hunter film premiere in Claridges, London, 1979.
He tired. He's bored. It's 12:53am and his flat has that creaking quietness of old, lonely houses.
His phone sits staring at him on the bedside table. There's a list of numbers under it, written in his careful handwriting on stained, lined paper. He sits up and puts his glasses so he can read. Erich. Work. Erik. Raven. Moira. Logan. Lisbeth.
He wants to call Erik, first. An urge he ignores.
He picks up the phone and dials Raven's number. Phone at his ear, he can hear the shudder of the ringing tone. "Hello?"
Paper Planes M.I.A.
[text] hey
[text] howre you doing
[text] Fine Waiting for someone to bring me coffee Jakob
[text] How are you? Jakob
She’s being rude, and while Emma is a cold woman, rude is not usually something she is, not to strangers anyway. She shakes off the feeling, snapping herself out of her reverie, giving him a small smile.
"Yes, fine, thank you. You just looked familiar. I didn’t mean to stare as if you’d grown two heads."
"Don't worry about it. I get mistaken for a lot of people." He doesn't. He chews the end of his cigarillo and lets the smoke curl, languid, out of his nostrils. "These, what do you call-- you know, the film stars mostly."
I love you.
jakob-lehnsherr
He looked familiar, the lines of his face, the colour of his eyes, but Emma, for all her staring, couldn’t quite place him.
He looks up from lighting his cigarillo and frowns, an expression that shouldn't look friendly but manages to anyway. His accent is heavier when he has this familiar smoke curling against his palate. "You alright there?"
old stone ;; a mix for a hopeless love and those hopelessly in love, featuring jakob and raven
i. deeper conversation - yuna | ii. first breath after coma - explosions in the sky | iii. move like you want (live) - ben howard | iv. come on closer - jem | v. drumming song - florence + the machine | vi. crave you - flight facilities (adventure club dubstep remix) | vii. sweet nothing - calvin harris feat. florence welch | viii. halcyon - ellie goulding | ix. half in love with elizabeth - mystery jets | x. zombie - natalia kills | xi. love love love - of monsters and men | xii. bones - ben howard | xiii. old stone - laura marling | xiv. poison & wine - the civil wars | xv. sweetheart, what have you done to us - keaton henson | xvi. liar - mumford & sons | xvii. milk teeth - keaton henson
"A pleasure mon ami." Remy extended a hand towards him.
"Mon ami. You ever seen France, kid?"
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a-toxickiss
"What ample--" With some effort he flicks his eyes down to her wrist and the gold watch circling it. "Jewels."
"Remy’s fine. You?"
"Jakob." He introduces himself with a soft, gravelly J; his accent obvious, stained by old Yiddish.
supershear
I think you've got some shit on your shoe.
kinetickajun
You okay there?