February 2012
“an obsession with handwritten type and high ceilings.”
Anonymous asked: you're from montreal?
it’s impossible not to smile at the sound of a baby’s laughter. that’s all i have to say.
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.
“something broke, and i can’t seem to fix it.”
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
“avec tes yeux de merlan frit.”
