Inspired by the great fic Silk by Minchout and more particularly by the sentence: “His jeans were skin tight, tucked into a pair of calf-high black boots, laced halfway up, and he wore a slouchy sweater half hanging off one shoulder, his duffel slung over the other. His hair was half up in a messy knot at the back of his head. A cigarette dangled from his lips” (ballpoint pen + texture added in PS)
“Ah, yes, my psychiatrist, Hax Murderer. He has been helping me profile this ax murderer.”
My dad thinks he’s a gourmet. Humour him. Ah, so now he’s going to make us eat to candlelight tonight. Okay, showtime.
where can i download a 6’2” and slightly tousled literature enthusiast
Ma Préférence - Julien Clerc (1978)
an old song , but one of my favourite with J.Clerc.
Stephen Fry (via dis-as)
Which is why I admire Stephen Fry.