he’s always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more than i am always a pleasure to myself - but as my own being; so, don’t talk of our separation again - it is impracticable.
One touch of your hand and God comes rushing back.
What if my needs were more lethal?
"The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from… "
these hands have seen too much of blood and sin
“There is no Hell. No Heaven either. This world is what we make of it.”
The Borgias (2011-2013)
"Flesh and Blood." ♠
She is described as having heavy blonde hair which fell past her knees, a beautiful complexion, hazel eyes which changed colour, a full, high bosom, and a natural grace which made her appear to “walk on air”; these were the physical attributes that were highly appreciated in Italy during that period. Another description said that “her mouth is rather large, the teeth brilliantly white, her neck is slender and fair, and the bust is admirably proportioned”
You know where the scandal is