romantic nonsense planned for after work ~~~~~~~
"I never used to be really fond of anyone sleeping in my bed. I like to sprawl out. Then I met you and I sprawled and you sprawled and I was delighted to share my coffee and bed with you. Noone ever told me how hard it would be to sleep alone when you left though. It hurts right down to the very goddamn core of my bones."
Because I dress fucking well.
Peter (A Young British Girl), Romaine Brooks, 1923-24.
Currently sharing my house with the cat, a cup of tea and Edith Piath after a lovely eveing of wine with the best kind of people! Muchos happios!
the effects of four nights and days of partying have just come upon me and I’m about to start a 10 day work stint