characters: florence

It’s all a bit defensive, I think, doing things to make people laugh… As a child I had difficulty in pronouncing my ‘r’s, and saying my name - 'Tewwy Jones’ - this gets a sort of ribald reaction and you can’t understand why… I suppose I’ve spent a lot of time trying to find out what other people laugh at - I mean, not what I laugh at - I laugh at poetry; I laugh at things that look beautiful; if I see anything that looks really nice, that makes me smile with happiness. Learning what makes people laugh… I still don’t know!
—  Terry Jones
instagram

SPOILER. #ciak Ponte Santa Trinita #Firenze #Florence #MadsMikkelsen #HANNIBAL

Made with Instagram

A mix for the queen of the witches. For a girl who chants and charms, who sings to the spirits under the full moon. For a girl born to fight and to rule. (LISTEN)

01. Me and The Devil - Soap & Skin // 02. Marked Man - Mieka Pauley // 03. Dead Inside - Foreign Slippers // 04. Flickers - Son Lux // 05. If I Had A Heart - Fever Ray // 06. Blood On My Hands - Danielle Parente // 07. Night - Zola Jesus // 08. Twenty Seven - MS MR // 09. Buried In Water - Dead Man’s Bones // 10. House of the Rising Sun - Lauren O’Connell // 11. I Put A Spell On You (Cover) - She & Him // 12. Black Water - Timber Timbre // 13. Girl With One Eye (Bayou Percussion) - Florence and The Machine // 14. Bottom of the River - Delta Rae // 15. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde // 16. Apply - Glasser // 17. Empire - Alpines // 18. I Will Never Die - Delta Rae

Lift

See something you like? a voice breathes into your ear.

You freeze in the act of taking a five-finger discount on a couple of pairs of black underwear at a department store in Corpus Christi. It’s not the first time you’ve shoplifted here; security is sparse, and you look like a perfectly nice girl to anyone who doesn’t know better. But in the few years you’ve been amusing yourself this way, it’s the first time you’ve been caught in the act.

Carefully, you place the underwear back onto the stack.

That’s it, honey, says the voice. Look at me.

You turn around slowly and see that the owner of the voice is familiar. It belongs to a woman about ten years older than you, with a soft pinup figure, a beautiful and meticulously made-up face, and long blonde hair–bleached; her roots are as dark as yours. You think she might be a manager. Your eyes travel down to her red lips and, almost helplessly, to her perfect breasts, framed immaculately by her black scoop neck shirt.

She follows your gaze and lifts an eyebrow.

Come here.

Keep reading