~ Colors ~ Marsala | Purple | Orange ~

Pork tenderloin marsala recipe

Classic Tiramisu from Scratch

Vecchio Mulino [Saline, Marsala]

Sicilia

Tra Marsala-Mazzara-Erice

Ferrari 250 GTO in Collesano on Sicilia, driven by Reale and Marsala at 1966 Targa Florio

Vegan Marsala Pasta

Sunrise at Marsala, Sicily, harbor.

Garlic Butter Chicken Marsala Meatballs

Messina, Catania, Scicli,Agrigento, Palermo, Modica, Ragusa, Marsala

Le città racchiudono la felicità di quanti abitano le sue infinite case Per questo escono nel mattino grigio cercando la loro felicita Vanno su tram, taxi entrano ed escono da uffici tristi e anonimi Cercano senza sosta sorrisi ed abbracci nei negozi, di fronte uno spritz la rincorrono sempre dietro ad una “riga” nel fumo acre, denso di maria qualcuno nel lavoro in amori digitali accumulando case e gioielli. Ma non trovano mai quanto desiderano la felicità che ferma il tempo che gli riempie il cuore che è il tutto e il di più quello per cui sei nato e vissuto Le città nascondono la felicità che tutti cercano tra le strade ed i viali con affanno, e rabbia disperazione e follia fantasia e pura immaginazione. In fondo, infine, la città vive di questa ansia per questo nessuno sa dove è, la felicità.

Cities enclose the happiness of those who inhabit their infinite homes. That's why they go out, in the gray morning, looking for their happiness. They go on trams, taxis, go in and out, from sad and anonymous offices, they search tirelessly, for smiles and hugs, in the shops, in front of a spritz, they always chase it, behind a "line", in the acrid smoke, thick with maria, someone at work, in digital loves, accumulating houses and jewels. But they never find, as much as they wish, the happiness that stops time that fills his heart, which is everything and more, what you were born and lived for. Cities hide the happiness that everyone seeks among the streets and avenues, with pain and anger, desperation and madness, fantasy and pure imagination. Ultimately, finally, the city thrives on this anxiety, which is why no one knows where happiness is.

~ Colors ~ Marsala and Red ~

BROKEN FEATHERS

Holy hell I thought I would never be able to finish this drawing. I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent on this one but this is a picture I’ve had in mind since FOREVER.

I wanted to illustrate something cover-image-like for my all time favorite GinSherry fanfic Broken Feathers by @docalu.

Only one chapter to go and I’m equally excited and sad because it will soon come to an end.

Please give this fic a chance and read it. I’ve never gotten to read a story with a more fleshed out view on Gin’s past and background and my heart is bleeding for DocAlu’s version of him. I also love how they portrayed the relationship between Gin and Sherry to bits. Same goes for DocAlu’s portrayal of all the other characters (especially Vodka and Agasa captured my heart how I’ve never thought possible).

Also huuuuge thank you to my girlfriend @kuschelkissen​ who sketched the Detective Boys for me ♥

Close ups under the cut!

burgundy hair

fuck you kevin.

Creamy Chicken Marsala