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OKAY BUT ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT HOW HANDSOME YOU LOOK WITH YOUR HAIR LIKE THIS??? LIKE HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE THIS HANDSOME
Ah, you’re too kind! Though, between us… I think the hair just behaves when it knows someone’s watching.
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Stop dropping this, okay? 🩷 👈 my heart
You hand me something fragile and accuse me of dropping it?!?!
No.
If it’s yours, I won’t drop it.
I’ll hold it carefully.
You can stop worrying.
I find this so extremely adorable for some reason cause like seeing you happy makes me SO SO happy
Oh, he meant well. He always means well. But so do small children and malfunctioning Roombas.
I’m in love with you
You’re not in love with me.
You’re in love with the idea of me. The version you’ve built from distance, from moments, from imagination.
And there’s nothing wrong with that. It happens. We fill in the spaces with something beautiful.
But love… real love… requires presence. It needs someone who can stand in front of you, be known fully, and choose you back.
Don’t give that word away too quickly.
It deserves somewhere real to land.
This anniversary is a reminder of a very specific moment when patience outlasted noise.
Cirice…
Anniversaries are reminders of what happens when you trust your vision, and let the world catch up.
Some victories don’t echo… they linger.
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Being number one is not about noise or ego. It is inevitability. It is knowing that no matter who tries, who copies, who dreams of replacing you, there is only one position at the top, and it is already occupied.
Gold-plated proof that devotion can be… critically acclaimed. Only one Papa crossed that stage and came back heavier.
Records are not chased, they appear in my wake.
I wanna go as you for Halloween but I don’t want to explain that I’m dressed as a satanic pope from a band I like to my Christian extended family 💔💔
and idk what I’d do for your clothes, all I have is stuff for face paint
Ah… that is quite the dilemma, isn’t it? The ‘satanic pope’ explanation tends to… unsettle the more pious relatives.
But you need not call it that. Simply tell them you’re going as a very dramatic Italian priest with an avant-garde skincare routine. Or better yet, tell them you’re the ‘Vatican’s most fashionable mistake.’ It has a certain ring to it, no?
If you’ve already got the face paint, you’re halfway there! The clothes need not be exact. Black coat, dark gloves, maybe a little jewelry if you have it… confidence will do the rest. Remember, I’m eighty percent attitude, ten percent eyeliner, and ten percent expensive fabric.
And if any of your family gives you a look, just smile sweetly and say, ‘It’s art.’
Besides, you could wear a paper bag and I’d still recognize the spirit, la mia piccola imitatrice.
Long ago, when the Ministry was still new, there was a chamber beneath the chapel where the first novices were tested. They called it La Sala del Silenzio. The girls were locked inside with nothing but a candle, a prayer book, and a small bowl of holy water. They were told to pray until the candle went out. Only… sometimes the candle never lasted the night.
When it burned too quickly, when the flame sputtered out, they would hear voices in the dark. Not Latin. Not any language they knew. But the words would crawl into their heads and drive them to madness. We found them scratching at the stone, tearing their nails away, even biting their own arms to keep from screaming.
One was found with her eyes gouged, her own doing, and words scrawled in blood across the floor: ‘They are behind the walls.’
The chamber was sealed after too many… accidents. Primo insists it was superstition, but I have walked past that door... I have heard the faint sobbing from behind it.
And sometimes, if you put your hand to the stone, it comes back wet… as if something inside is still bleeding.
