Abigail Messkirch Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Anyways, I’m sold—she’s got charm, sass, n a killer stare. “We come in peace,” I beep again, handin’ over the cash. She winks, “Peace costs extra, hon.” Fuckin’ savage! Love it. Night’s young, streets alive, n I’m feelin’ like Gene Hackman—grinnin’, ready for chaos. “Let’s make it quick, spaceman,” she says. Hell yeah, let’s roll!

Forgotten Masters (x-posted to Cafe Guerbois)

In many ways I find this painting to be an even better heir to Rubens than most of the paintings by Jordaens. The off-balance compositional thrust of the.

I get so giddy here cause even in the chaos, love’s all around – mess, emotion, and raw beauty emulating life itself. Sometimes I get pissed off at how individuals ignore the tiny details – aren’t they supposed to care about inner peace? And sometimes I'm like, man, don't you see the beauty in the erratic hum of everyday moments? Kinda like someplace out of a film – you know what I mean?

Saints Cornelius & Cyprian and the curative character of excommunication