MRS

The fox is a single red stroke that cuts across the clearing. The colour seems to hang like smoke, you can almost see where she has come from. Her musk, though you can smell nothing, is specific like a thumbprint on the air. It isn’t raining but there’s a kind of wet on your face, a stickiness of insect juices dropped. The fox is rusty-dull, discreet, not radiant or hot or pulsing. Not agitated. Not randy. She is completely dream and intelligence sliding through the wet grass, the stinging nettles, the little brittle helmets of dry seed, a flower or two, relics of the drizzly, petaled summer. The lyric fox goes down to the creek where dark and dankness will mask her scent and the lovely rosette of her face x

13 Oct 09:00 am with 157 notes

pruvia:

Alice Morgan. A friend of John’s.

9 Oct 02:11 am with 314 notes

Alice: Oh, come on. Change the state of play.
John: Yeah, well, I tried that with you and it failed.
Alice: Only just.

6 Sep 04:22 am with 2,312 notes

This is a black hole. It consumes matter, sucks it in and crushes it beyond existence. When I first heard that, I thought, that’s evil at its most pure. Something that drags you in, crushes you, makes you … nothing. 

Luther 1.01

18 Aug 15:16 pm with 703 notes

Flattery to appease a malignant narcissist. That’s a frivolous tactic.

10 Aug 04:48 am with 465 notes

1x06 | 2x04 | 3x04

10 Aug 00:18 am with 408 notes
So, do I pull the trigger or not?

14 Jul 08:43 am with 268 notes

He doesn’t know it, but his good fortune ran out the day that I heard his name.

12 Jul 19:59 pm with 301 notes

Alice, you may be very very clever, but you’re wrong. There is love in the world. So you lose.

3 Jul 21:24 pm with 1,804 notes

Luther 1x01

3 Jul 06:43 am with 445 notes