Elle pleure, incensé, parce qu'elle a vécu! Et parce qu'elle vit! Mais ce qu'elle déplore Surtout, ce qui la fait frémir jusqu'aux genoux, C'est que demain, hélas! il faudra vivre encore! Demain, après-demain et toujours! -comme nous!
Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal (via pochiyo)
The book:
The movie:
cid and vincent at northern cave
painted over a doodle i did when i was 16
LMAO
thinking about going off the rails and becoming one of those people fixated on an undeveloped character to the point where their projections and headcanons have made them into an unrecognizable fully fleshed out entity
Did anyone ever notice this?
Yeah... I suppose everyone did, even the non-hiddelstoners.
Upsetting, no?
Well, let me tell you this Tom.
F- STOP IT!
I CAN'T COPE WITH THIS ALL THE TIME !
Yeah, that's it, keep going, one day you'll be surprised by the uncontrolled result of this constant teasing.
Very. Surprised.
Trust me.