Eva Gaëlle Green

A Little Princess, learning french, sweet smelling candles lit while studying, classical music, ballet flats, the Victorian Era, Ladurée boxes, satin robes and slippers, Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, notes written in cursive, rewarding yourself with macarons when you ace a test

cant wait until i get cuddled to sleep every night by the love of my life

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.

July — fresh baguette with honey and cinnamon, pressing flowers between the pages of the book you’re currently reading, almond blossom face lotion, Vladimir Nabokov, the scent of peaches welcoming you in a sun-warm kitchen, wind-billowed curtains tracing shadows of ever-changing patterns on bare legs, dark chocolate ice cream, perfume with amber musk vanilla base notes. Life, dripping languid-sweet.

anyone who thinks that i won’t fill my house with books, houseplants and busts of ancient poets is gravely mistaken

i need a silk robe and a balcony to wear it on