misunderstood introvert king louis: please! im trying to collect clocks & ruin france
wild extrovert robespierre: ITS GUILLOTINE TIME BABEY
misunderstood introvert king louis: please! im trying to collect clocks & ruin france
wild extrovert robespierre: ITS GUILLOTINE TIME BABEY
can my life be a dreamy french movie with roses and moonlight and vintage perfume and art im tired
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60’s - kisses on the hand, soft acoustics, keeping a journal under the pillow, walks in the rain, old films, a bouquet of roses at the doorstep, secret love letters, old newspaper articles, talking to the moon
70’s - gentle hum of the radio, rose gardens, soft filters, yellow tinted sunglasses, fuzzy sunlight on a meadow, perfumes on silk, pearl earrings, ladybird on an eyelid, french literature
80’s - potted plants on the balcony, stargazing with your best friend, dusty video games, old coffee shops, bike rides to the lake, revisiting childhood nostalgia, flower-embroidered sleeves
90’s - eye circles, midnight drives to nowhere, falling in love recklessly, denim jackets, ripped pages in a diary, thinking about past lovers, listening to music until 3am, the dark phase of sunsets, mixtapes
00’s - believing in magic, smiling at strangers, dreams of being someone, hearing an old song you used to like on the radio, birthday cards from friends who don’t talk to you anymore
10’s - goodnight texts, fairy lights on the wall,flowers on eyelids, the view of a city from an apartment, feeling lonely on the train, sending a million hearts, feeling yourself changing for the better
“A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”
— Ocean Vuong, from “A Letter To My Mother That She Will Never Read”, published in The New Yorker (via patsywalker)
“It is late at night, and someone across the way is playing “La Vie En Rose”. It is the French way of saying, “I am looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses,” and it says everything I feel.”
— Audrey Hepburn, Sabrina (via chaneldoll)
It is late at night, and someone across the way is playing “La Vie En Rose”. It is the French way of saying, “I am looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses,” and it says everything I feel.
Books and cats are the best furnishings for a room.
“But anger carries a sharp sword–”
— Gail White, from The Price Of Everything: Poems; “Medea’s Soliloquy,”