This violent Victorian Policeman is my favourite new character I’ve come across recently. Sergeant Drake, used to be a street scab now a fightclubbing blue.
back to Ripper Street for me, this winter.
because it’s winter, because it’s dark when i go to work and dark when i leave work and because when i’m not listening to the national & making myself cry, i’m listening to dead man’s bones & creeping myself out.
let’s not talk about the weather and whether or not there’s really rain the clouds, unless you want to know if I feel the same as you
Take my hand, baby we’re over land
I know flying over water makes you cry
Been in the sky so long
Feels like a long way home
But I can’t for the life of me say why