Je m’enflamme et me consume pour les yeux d’une étrangère qui ont bien plus de mystère que la lumière de la lune
A quoi me sert encore de prier Notre-Dame ? Quel est celui qui lui jettera la première pierre ; celui-là ne mérite pas d’être sur terre
I want a Gothic squad, roaming around dark castles by candlelight, sultry makeup, silk and lace gowns, literature for days, where a constant and ominous fog clings to the grounds
I wanna be the weird lady who lives in a small house and grows lavender and wears sundresses with straw hats and always has a book to recommend
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“Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it’s sated, it transmutes. If we receive golden thread, we desire the golden needle.”














































