#have tux will meet italian woman who stealthily weakens rungs of ladders but also wears a lot of silk

[oeuvrinarydurian]

I present to you: the moment it all goes to hell. In a tux.

Season (Series) 7: Oracle.

I’m watching an opera. I look hot.

I love this opera. I’m caught up in the —

Wait. Who’s the chick in the green?

I’ll just surreptitiously get an eyeful.

Fuck the opera.



[oeuvrinarydurian]

This letter—-it is the torment of my existence in “Striker”. It’s like Joan was taken over by a pod person.

“Dear Miss Thursday, Contained herein are materials that I ask you bring to the attention of your father. To my lasting regret we parted on poor terms. The fault was mine entirely.”