Norman Reedus + Eye in the Dark
It’s just this fat, black alley cat. My son wanted a black kitten when he was a kid, and I found it in the East Village in some rescue shelter, but it was born in a box and the guy that was getting rid of it was like, “You don’t want this cat. This cat’s never gonna love anyone.” And the first time I saw it, it was like just hissing and scratching everything it saw and now it’s like this big, fat, chill cat.
Circa 1968 Aloisia Rucellai evening bag, gold and platinum, translucent enamel, diamonds, and rubies.
all I can think is Slytherin