Until you say there'll be no more good-byes; I see it in your eyes; tomorrow never dies.
Wolfabeast
Wolfabeast
And a hole in the wall hidden behind a poster of Ryan Gosling in his underwear.
It's definitely not true, unless her screen time with Harold Perrineau in R+J was created by CGI movie magic. How advanced was motion capture technology in the '90s?
Pshwah! Urgh, green tea everywhere. They should be called knickers.
It's so good!
Yay, I'm glad you like it too! I saw the actual painting when I was 18 and extremely bored of being in an art gallery and it just stopped me dead. My friends didn't know the original myth so I tried to explain and ended up in tears. It was almost as bad as the time I tried to tell someone the plot of Dumbo.
Now I can't stop staring at this.
I know it's cheesy but I love Anselm Feuerbach's "Orpheus and Eurydice". He just looks so hopeful. I'm not a terribly visual person and this is the only version I find as sad and chilling as the original story (apart from Jim Henson's The Storyteller, which scared the living fuck out of me as a small child).
Women! Facially responsible for the violence of men since 1200 BC!
Holy fuck I fucking love this. Saving. Saving immediately.
It would not!
It's my favourite favourite. Shame it goes all glitchy here, but I guess it's all part of Jezebel's charm.
Giovanni Ribisi and Agyness Deyn? And why did none of you tell me about this? YOU KNOW I HATE SECRETS.
Another one! Congrats, megatronic!
It's missing a Gallagher. I am, of course, referring to Peter. Take your clothes off, Sandy Cohen!
Ugh, I saw that one. The first half was aces and the second half was sooo baaad oh my gooood.
The Baios were right all along: YOU'RE ALL LESBIANS! Oh my goooood. Quick, how do we spot shitasses?
Knew it. I've seen you riding 'round here, sitting astride your penny farthing and saying "pish posh" to vicars.
I'm bi, which explains my mysterious boobs and distinct lack of sporting prowess. Stop kicking footballs at me! Can't you see how much I fancy Tom Hardy?