Pretty in Black

Things I love, want, and inspire me.
I left my heart in San Francisco and my soul in Paris.
Rave on...
by Sunday Morning

for women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. we insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. the lows. the joy. the poetry. we dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. so it goes. you will climb up again.

you rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. like a shawl to keep you warm at night. don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. it is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

you loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. he tried to sweeten you, to water you down. so you left. and now you have your heart all to yourself again. a heart like a stone cottage. heart like a lover’s diary. hope like an ocean.

—Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: clementinevonradics, via loveyourchaos)

I miss far away vacations. #Paris #France #travel #notredame  (Taken with instagram)

I miss far away vacations. #Paris #France #travel #notredame (Taken with instagram)

Jessica Paré

—Zou Bisou, Bisou

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Zou Bisou, Bisou - Jessica Paré

It has been a while. Not finished. I just felt like drawing.

It has been a while. Not finished. I just felt like drawing.