Should Be Higher-Depeche Mode
this is so real and never leaves me
Hi Neil,
Do you have any fun stories about Terry Jones? Kinda feeling his loss a lot at the moment.
Terry Jones was the only person I ever interviewed as a young journalist who got me drunk. I was 23. He asked what I'd like to drink when I arrived and I said "coffee". He though about that for a moment and decided I would prefer Chablis, and a few moments later he produced a bottle of Chablis twice the size of a normal wine bottle and then proceeded to pour it into both of us while I interviewed him.
The interview was enormously fun (Terry was in the process of writing Labyrinth at the time.) After the interview the photographer and I went out for a pizza and I remember heading to the toilets and then lying on the floor while the room spun around, holding on to the floor because otherwise I might fall off.
Photo taken of me during the photos after the interview concluded...
your mama will never understand why you had to leave but the answers you seek will never be found at home the love that you need will never be found at home
“INFJ” “ENTP” shut the fuck up whats your least favorite ice cream flavor
so many betrayals are happening because of this question i love it
Południca (Noonwraith, Lady Midday), a demon in Slavic mythology.
Art by me.
If more than one applies or you'd choose something not on the list, obviously reblog and put your elaborate fantasy in the notes on Ao3.
I’m getting tired of this earth But they say some stones are better left unturned.
DAYTONA SAND March 4, 2022
THE BEATLES in the YOUR MOTHER SHOULD KNOW music video, 1967
Take a minute to watch some well-loved and cared for birds eat seeds/nuts and drink orange juice
Jonathan's world is getting ever smaller
- On May 8th he found the door of the Castle locked
- On May 16th he learned not to venture outside his own suites
- On May 28th it was the door of the library
- And today (June 17th) he has been locked into his own room
The net is drawing closer around him. Of course, all that's an illusion and the trap already closed a month and a half ago. When the Count can surprise him at his toilet, or undress him and put him to bed, his world of movements cannot really be said to extend outside his own skull. And that only so long as he does not go mad.
It's like Dracula is confining him into smaller and smaller spaces week by week, until all that's left is a coffin.
Maybe one of those nice boxes out in the courtyard, even...