Ignoranceconnoiseur

I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.

Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"

i'll see a man with long hair and remember i'm not above temptations of the flesh

goya's black paintings are mysterious and difficult to decypher to YOU. i know everything about them when i get a really high fever though.

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Surprisingly, the sea doesn’t fade her tattoos and the waves creep in and out of the cervices, fresh after the battle. New wounds will be soon patched, once the clay powder you keep in storage gets mixed and turned to a paste that once applied will act more like flesh than stone. She should count herself lucky, you are able to restore the verses marred by the fight, as the words are etched in your mind with a passion. Another good battle against each other. Your crew will suffice to fix the damage on the ship as you bring the pirate to your quarters. The promise of mushroom wine and some food after the work is done enough to push them into gear.

The clay hand holding your own feels cold, but at the same time it’s like it hides a warm core. Lava under the surface. You feel her stare on the back of your neck even in complete darkness, and you release her hand to light the lamp on the desk.

Her hands rest on either side of your body flat and solid against the table. Saltwater drips from her clothes to the nape of your neck, and dribbles down your vest and your shirt.

She has you right where she wants.

Beggar’s Wake

“Oh my god, he’s so scary,” I say as I kick my feet up in the air and giggle like an idiot.

Undercover fall 2006-07 ready-to-wear.