lally / 22 / italy / intj good at videogames bad at everything else + instagram / ocs page
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incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities
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“hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me” is the funniest phrase because it always does. it always will. from personal experience things have already started to rouse from their slumber before i even get the first three words out
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Mark Thompson (British, b.1972)
https://www.markthompsonart.com
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Chapel ruins at Cypress Gardens
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A REPORT / BASILIK GATE, FLAMING FISTS HEADQUARTERS
Captain, the last patrol came back from the Szarr's residence early this morning. The main hall was strangely empty aside from a few confused guests who couldn't answer any of our question, as if they didn't know what they were doing there. The real carnage was found on the lower floors, I had to send the new recruits home to spare them the view and I'll admit even some of my most experienced Fists had to take a breather after that. Aside from the blood we found smeared on almost every surface and the various amount of undead's guts and bones that littered the floor, a nauseating smell of charred flesh saturated the air below. It was as if Lathander himself came down to drown the place in His light, burning everything in his path. Cazador Szarr's body has been identified but frakly speaking, it's not a pretty sight. I believe some powerful divine magic was at work here. Waiting for our next orders, in the meantime (and with your permission) I'll keep my guys as far from that place as possible.
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HANNIBAL (2013-2015) 3.06: Dolce, dir. Vincenzo Natali.
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how it feels to be in a transitional period
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Firenze, Italy
Ferdinando Scianna, 1962
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hey i saw you from across the bar and i just wanted you to know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you, that i'd walk so far, just to take the injury of finally knowin' you
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a very quick poem i just wrote, made from excerpts of texts my mum has sent me this year.
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THE WITCHER: WILD HUNT INTRO MONOLOGUE
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