I wonder if her fans know which of her other lips I’d tested her mic on before the show?
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donnie darko stare i could beat him in a staring game
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green like envy
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really liked this one idk why i love art again
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Italian singer, dancer and actress Anna Fougez (born Annina Pappacena, 1894 - 1966), ca. 1926 | src Alamy
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Anna Fougez (born Annina Pappacena, 1894 - 1966) in the show Vipera, 1920s | src Alamy
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Our 78 year old Italian neighbour Josie might not remember my name, and may never get my pronouns right, but the thing is: We Are Besties and I am totally obsessed with her. She blasts disco music 24 hours a day. She chain smokes. She is so obsessed with Vegemite that she cut a holiday visiting family back home short because she was seized by Cravings. She took her first ever selfie with me. She flirts with my fiancé. Once I had to rescue her from her finding a lizard in her toaster. She drinks her first coffee of the day at like 4 am. Recently she told me “if anyone tries to take you away from me… I will kill them” with total seriousness and I fully reciprocate it. She is a constant source of chaos in our lives. I would do anything for her and I love her with all my heart
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Ivan: See? They’ll be mates in no time.
Oscar: Hopefully, he still won’t talk to anyone at school-.. Noah, Juni, Sid, even Cookie sometimes; the list goes on.
Ivan: Jude can talk enough for the both of ‘em.
Oscar: Kinda like you.
Ivan: It’s uncanny, innit? Given the fact I ain’t even been around.
Oscar: That’s genes for ya.
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Ivan: Look-.. don’t bite my head off n’ shit, but y’really oughta think about takin’ him t’see someone.
[Oscar grimaced, shaking his head at Ivan]
Ivan: I know you don’t wanna-…
Oscar: No, maybe you were right.
Ivan: Can I get that in writin’?
Oscar: [snorts] Fuck off.
Ivan: It can’t do any harm t’try, can it?
Oscar: I just don’t want him to feel.. weird.
Ivan: Well.. he’s a bit weird, ain’t he?
[Oscar narrowed his eyes, he knew what Ivan meant, but that didn’t mean he liked hearing it out loud]
Ivan: It ain’t normal-.. s’all I meant.
Oscar: Are any of us?
Ivan: Y’know what I’m getting’ at, there’s no way of sayin’ it without soundin’ like a prick.
Oscar: Yeah, yeah.
Ivan: It ain’t gonna go away on its own, s’probably just gonna get worse.
Oscar: Alright, fucking hell-.. you’re making me wish this tea were a bit stronger.
Ivan: Tch-.. d’you still go?
Oscar: Eh, I haven’t been in a while…
Ivan: Maybe y’should.
Oscar: You getting paid to refer folk or something?
Ivan: Bah, I wish!
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What'a think the little blonde emo boy got put on the corner for?
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