Endless Desire

Champagne for our real friends, real pain for our sham friends

Cheers!

The faces of victory

Leaving the garden to start truly living, together.

They went to the Ritz again, where a table was mysteriously vacant. And perhaps the recent exertions had had some fallout in the nature of reality because, while they were eating, for the first time ever, a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

No one heard it over the noise of the traffic, but it was there, right enough.

「おべんともって、どこいくの？」

I know I’m a day late but I made this in memory of Ser Terry prachett.

Honestly, Terry’s work was a big part of my life but more so in the recent (rather difficult) year. But this year I’ve also been more informed of the friendship he had with @neil-gaiman from stories and videos and honestly? I love it? Learning about it made me have hope in little, good things. 

I know this piece is in memory of Terry, but I think this year I’ll celebrate his memory in the friendship he made while alive.

Just As Planned

Aziraphale and Crowley, their first and their last meeting in the show

Same Drinks 🥂