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Nicole Kidman, Moulin Rouge (2001)

Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.

littlelimpstiff14u2:

| Lost Kid |
+ French Artist, painter/illustrator + from Toulouse |

Artist on tumblr

gameraboy:

Step 1: Capture Wonder Woman
Step 2: Change her into a lizard woman
Step 3: ????
Step 4: Profit!

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shavingryansprivates:

remember in 2012 when that lady tried restoring that painting of jesus

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