“To creep softly, like a coward, toward the treasures of your body.
To whip your joyous flesh and bruise your pardoned breast.
To make in your astonished flank, a wide and gaping wound.”

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“To creep softly, like a coward, toward the treasures of your body.
To whip your joyous flesh and bruise your pardoned breast.
To make in your astonished flank, a wide and gaping wound.”
#hey i just met you and this is crazy #but we’ve been married for 10 years easy
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Fish references — pt. 1 | pt. 2
But they didn’t die. Instead, they thrived. They adapted. They lost their pigmentation, their sight, eventually even their eyes. With survival, they became hideous.
Fish references — pt. 1 | pt. 2
Cheer up. I’m a man of my word. You did as I asked, so I’ll tell you what you’re dying to know. — About Rostova? — The blowfish.
casually ignores orders to save her boyfriend
spoiler: she’s in love with raymond reddington
Lizzington Week • Day 7 • w i c k e d g a m e
♪ It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do ♪
Lizzington Week, Day I – Lizzington Spark The Pilot has The Silence of The Lambs vibes and immediately reminded me chemistry between Hannibal & Clarice. That’s was my spark.
What is your fantasy? It’s been the same thing for as long as I can remember. I’m walking in a park with my husband. In between us is our little girl. I’m holding her hand in mine and I never let go.
lizzington week ≡ day six
↳ agnesgate – what scenes indicate that Agnesgate could be real
“Can’t we give ourselves one more chance Why can’t we give love that one more chance Why can’t we give love?”
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Agent Keen, what a pleasure.
This feeling begins just like a spark
Tossing and turning inside of your heart
Exploding in the dark.
Now that we're in a much better place than we were a year or so ago, can we maybe hope for some more Lizzington playlist entries?
OMG!
I have no idea of how long this has been in my overlooked inbox, I'm so sorry about that!
I guess last season was mostly good for us--that unexpected "I love you" was absolutely amazing!--
--and it actually deserved more attention. I must confess the music from the execution scene is in my actual lizzington playlist, I'm not sure it ended up here. If not, I'll do it.
The thing is, right now, I am almost a little afraid of the revelation of Lizzie's feelings for Red because I'm probably too scarred to believe something good will come up, I feel it'll be parental feelings or something ambiguous between parental and Lizzington. And, though I believe Lizzington is endgame, because I don believe his feelings for her are parental, it's hard to see her coming back from believing he was her father and having fun as such, than I guess it'll need a miracle for her to come back from that - maybe not a miracle, but an entire season that feels similar to S1.
That said, I'm uninspired to see Lizzington in every little corner of a love song.
But Emika's Wicked Games still speeds my heart up.
In any case, I'll be back with someone. Happy to know there was someone observing and enjoying. 🥰
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