Old soul, always rooting for the villain. Lost in thoughts, stimulated sedatives. Eyes glassy like water.
A taste of honey and hell.

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist


I need a hug or 6 shots of vodka


Rita Hayworth, for example was known for her long, completely painted nails. Here is a close-up of her hands from the movie Blood and Sand from 1941.

James Brown | Try Me (I Need You)