Onlyangel666

I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses... We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.

I owe the trees my health — the beauty of the blossoms, the beauty of things growing. Above all, the softness of the air breaks down my intensity.

"I was so good at being a kid, and so terrible at being whatever I was now."