The greatest story ever told

Because that's what we all want, don't we?
Come on, skinny love. 

Come on, skinny love. 

Scattered winds blow me cross the ocean, Turns and spins, leaves me breathless, but withNo sense of my direction, orWhere the main land sits, where I find my soul.

Scattered winds blow me cross the ocean, 
Turns and spins, leaves me breathless, but with
No sense of my direction, or
Where the main land sits, where I find my soul.

À des milles à la ronde…

I read once about a woman whose secret fantasy was to have an affair with an artist. She thought he would really see her. He would see every curve, every line, every indentation and love them because they were part of the beauty that made her unique.

—Ben Willis (Cashback)

Se lever à l’aube, maussade. Prématurément, puisque j’ai les yeux encore pourpre de lassitude.Dévorer des tartines au beurre d’arachides. Avaler un verre de lait. Entrouvrir ses rideaux et n’apercevoir que de la came terne parsemer la chaussée. Regagner la chaleur sous la couette.S’assoupir, ouvrir les yeux. Contempler l’heure de temps à autre, pivoter sur sa propre chair.
Clore ses paupières à nouveau et espérer que l’existence est plus éphémère qu’elle ne semble l’être.