Inde Navarrette ph. by Nick Rasmussen for Schön! Magazine
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Inde Navarrette ph. by Nick Rasmussen for Schön! Magazine
LOTTIE MATTHEWS 1x10 | “Sic Transit Gloria Mundi”
My favorite thing to do before executing a risky maneuver is to loudly proclaim to anyone nearby that "I'm young, I'm fantastic, and I'm never gonna die". This is firstly to pump myself up, secondly because if I succeed I'll be proven right in front of an audience, and thirdly because it is the funniest possible thing to say immediately before being horrifically mangled in a completely dumbfuck sort of way
LOTTIE MATTHEWS YELLOWJACKETS (2021—)
If Hozier is some fae lord arisen out of the marshes and forests, then Bastille are kings of some cityscape fantasy
They’re cutting through empty streets, they’re buildings that are somehow larger on the inside, neon emblazoned dance floors, light refracting off mirrors, faces that are too fantastic to be altogether human, crowds that move in rhythm, they’re gulps of electric flavored city air, black lacquered skyscrapers stabbing through orange night skies like swords through ancient kings, they’re sitting down at the bus stop and meeting the eyes of a fox in an alley across the street and wondering how much of the night was a dream
Hozier may have the mossy wilderness, but Bastille owns the city
his big doleful eyes and violently self-destructive tendencies have captivated me
kicked out of another chess club for repeatedly sneaking my new piece 'the warlock' onto the board
Sorry for going into a lovedrunk bloodthirsty craze and hunting you for sport, it will happen again.
obsessed with stories where the message is that you can’t bring someone back from the dead even if you can bring someone back from the dead
gods weakest soldier. minor events kick the shit out of me daily god hands me his lightest battles and i start sniffling and fumbling the bag
i DON'T need them to kiss i need them to come to the sobering realisation that their souls are merged and no part of them is extricable from the other anymore
would like to pop my little head off for a moment and shake all the crumbs out of it like you would an overused toaster
caught you containing multitudes bro lmao i love every glittering facet
THE GREAT SILENCE 1968・dir. Sergio Corbucci