Hercule Poirot but it's a film noir and he speaks like an american detective (still with the accent)
"Yes...I see zat ze doll waz gutted by her fate az much az by her attacker...and maybee it iz bettere zis waye, when you see ouat this town iz becoming. Sometimes chazing city lightss leadz a dove's life off tracke"
*wistfully gazes at train tracks disfiguring Brussel's city center while bitterly chuckling, hands in a trench coat's pocket paired with a bowtie*
*staring at a framed picture of me as a kid in my parents living room*
Mom says it's my turn with the guilt
Witnessing the use of AI illustrations in my class literature presentations has had, besides plunging me ever deeper into despair, the fascinating effect of having me taking in increasingly Timothée Chalamesque versions of Dorian Gray
『可哀相に』(2022)
Snippets from a one year old fem!crowley cosplay - i really ought to get back to it
If I surround myself in every beautiful thing
And make them my sole anchors
If they adorn my skin and cling
To the deepest confines of my pores,
Then maybe i'll be one,
Maybe i'll be one
remember kids
Genuinly in love with this candid shot my friend took in the grocery store yesterday with her dying IPhone 5 that creates a halo with lighting
- the angel on your shoulder
Part of a photoshoot i did with my best friend