the professional. [proper and pretending, ignoring rotting ground, clutching to business while it slips through his fingers.]
the captive. [golden grasses and blue skies for miles, stripped and bared, trapped in paradise.]
the man. [ankle-deep in cool water, peering through fog, formality rolled up, searching —- ]
Ludovic Florent's series “Poussières d’étoiles” (Stardust).
Sure, I meant well -
Well, look at what well-meant did
stiles stilinski + close your fucking mouth
Franky’s hairstyles after the time skip.
Happy Birthday, SUUUUUUUPERRRR Franky! [March 9th]
i wish animal crossing was real like u walk into a new town dirt poor and suddenly u have a career and people who like u
Now I feel nostalgic about the days I RPed Bleach.