FRENCH_ME

A particularly chilly Winter afternoon made me crave warm-summer-night swimming. 

julienfoulatier:

Sculpture by Dan Flavin @ Fiac 2011.

One of my all-time favs. 

I am happy to have friends who bring inspiration into my life, it is a place in my life/heart that feels like a gaping wide whole resides where my best friend used to inhabit. 

(via avoirlespritdelescalier)

I hate the feeling of a never ending to-do list. 

I love puppy snuggles and reading a book you want to finish all day and only leaving the house for ingestion of Vitamin D and hamburgers.

All life will die, all mind will cease, and it will all be as if it had never happened.  That, to be honest, is the goal to which evolution is traveling, that is the ‘benevolent’ end of the furious living and furious dying… All life is no more than a match struck in the dark and blown out again.  The final result… is to deprive it completely of meaning.

-Annihilation of Man. 

I can’t wait to hold your hand walking home :) 

<3

(Source: eternalandsilent, via feminision)

pia-artezine:

New Year New Exhibition! See you all January 12, 2012 at 7pm… CUBA: Life After The Revolution

Sam: How ya doing lady?

Me: I am menstrating but I’m alive and well, how are you?

Sam:I’m good.  I think I had sex with a Viking I met at a bar.

Me: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!

Sam: I met him in West Seattle when I was wasted after Saturdays afternoon extravaganza. He invited me to the Saint. And then to his condo.  And then

Sam: into his pants. Viking.

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Me: Now I am meeting a boy in your Hood!

Sam: Well let me know how it goes - I am staying low key, I think your period is contagious… I got mine again today after just having it two weeks ago.  Awesome.

Me: At least you know you are extra fertile

Sam: Is that good news?  I don’t feel like that’s good news.

Me:  If the end of the world comes, you most likely will not get eaten by cannibals because your fertile uterus will carry on the cannibalistic human race.  Something to look forward to.

Sam: I’m writing that in my diary.  

I understand his madness, why does he run away from me? I feel close to him, why does he not feel close to me, why doesn’t he see the resemblance between us, between our madness? I want the impossible, I want to fly all the time, I destroy ordinary life, I run towards all the dangers of love as he ran towards all the dangers of war.  He runs away, was is less terrifying to him than life…

( I slept with war, all night I slept with war once.  I received deep war wounds into my body, as you never did, a feat of arms for which I will never be decorated!)

“… but only one ritual, a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man’s sensual mast.” ( so great )

(Later he told her: if you had spoken then I would have walked away.  You had the talent  of letting everything else speak for you. It was because you were silent that I came up to you)

She allowed him to continue his dream.

“It’s the end of the world,” she whispered.  

As if she were about to die, she summarized her existence: the heightened moments of passion dissolved as unimportant in the face of the loss of Alan as if this love were the core of her existence. 

The fireworks were mounted on wire bodies waving amorous arms, tip-toeing on the purple tongues of the Holy Ghost, leaping out of captivity, Mercury’s wings of orange on pointed torches hurled like javelins into space sparring through the clouds, like purple vulvas of the night.