This book has to be my first literary love. My bedtime book when a teenager. It’s immensely satisfying to be touched so deeply by something, even tough you don’t have the tools to comprehend the full extension of its meaning. Now ten years after, I realize this “Recueil de poèmes” is still, along with Barbey d’Aurevilly’s ” She-Devils” one of the only written works that I feel is transcribing what I myself can’t express so beautifully.
Jacques Roubille illustration of Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire, 1947
11:10 am • 12 November 2012 • 15 notes
“Mais c’est l’histoire de toutes les jeunes filles, ces douces stoïques, de répondre qu’elles ne souffrent pas, quand elles souffrent. Les femmes sont si bien faites pour la souffrance, elle est si bien leur destinée, elles commencent de l’éprouver de si bonne heure et elles en sont si peu étonnées, qu’elles disent longtemps encore qu’elle n’est pas la, quand elle est venue.”
— Barbey d’Aurevilly
6:19 pm • 31 October 2012 • 3 notes
I fucked you to the black lips
let you rest against my thighs, for a moment
pushing me on to the bed like you would words on paper.
Tickled my scars and asked if it still hurt, why no
but don’t they look pink pretty showing you where to touch?
6:01 pm • 30 October 2012 • 2 notes
Don’t usually reblog anything of this sort but this happens to have been my mindset since I started using airports by myself.
(Source: dailydoseofstuf, via sarahsaysbegood)
5:07 pm • 29 October 2012 • 1,033 notes
Came back from a week in Saint Moritz. Blessed with 7 days of sun and warmth and two of heavy snow!
2:45 pm • 29 October 2012 • 2 notes
Taken by my friend Charles this summer. Click through for his website.
12:56 pm • 18 October 2012 • 1 note
