Bookteasocks - Far Out

You allow the world to think you’re a heartless murderer,“ I tell him. "And you’re not.”

He laughs, once; his eyebrows lifting in surprise. “No,” he says. “I’m afraid I’m just the regular kind of murderer.

Todd Webb. 37th Street. New York. 1946

Albrecht Dürer, Adam and Eve (detail), 1507. Oil on panel, 209 × 81 cm. Museo del Prado, Madrid.

it's all too much. it's too much!!!! i would like to fly to greece and live between the ruins of an ancient temple for a while. maybe have a passionate homoerotic affair. take a nap or two. who knows

evviva l’arte! (eng:long live art!) 

here to kiss, there to kill

The game is…on?

Emma: *holding Enoch*

Miss Peregrine: What is that?

Emma: A baby we found in the trash.

Miss Peregrine:.... Well, put it back.