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imagine you're out for drinks with your mates spouting absolute bullshit about how you're gonna live forever and the palest rich boy you've ever seen comes up with a sick ass ruby around his neck and black robes and dramatic hair and is like oh you're going to live forever? in the most awkward tone imaginable and your mates are absolutely losing it but the kid isn't bad on the eyes and it's obviously the first time he's been outside of whatever castle he cracked out of so you tell them to shut up and play along and then bam it's been a hundred fucking years and you're still alive and this guy is back in the exact same fit and basically tells you you're immortal now purely to amuse him for one night in a century and you have to just roll with that for the next six hundred years because what else are you going to do

Set of holographic stickers dedicated to The Holy Trinity.

Joan Didion, Blue Nights.

Guillaume Apollinaire, from Aubade (tr. by Donald Revell); Alcools: Poems, 1913

Caravaggio living paintings by Ludovica Rambelli Theater

forgot to post this earlier 

Neil: I like murder mysteries.

Andrew, trying to impress him: I’ve been the lead suspect for five murder mysteries!

This will never not be funny.

Don't look at me like that I'm not your answer and you sure as fuck aren't mine

Nora Sakavic The king's men

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