rose poudrée

there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look

I was born in the exact right generation I love being an unmarried woman in my twenties with my own bank account and no children

looked up celebrities with my sun moon and rising and didn’t recognize anyone so i guess i’m the most famous of us all

for those of you curious

The last of the classically trained tumblrinas

my unwritten novels were snubbed at the international booker prize once again

the art of not being ready and doing it anyway will take you far

i wish i allowed myself to get closer to people… princess all alone in her tower

forget your zodiac tell me what you order at a bar and at a coffee shop

Male loneliness this, male loneliness that. Have they tried lobotomies? Tranquilizers? Being fingered by medical professionals? Tearing the yellow wallpaper off the walls of the attic room where your husband keeps you locked up?

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully