Clair de lune

“So we talked standing at the window and looking, as so many thousands look every night, down on the domes and towers of the famous city beneath us. It was very beautiful, very mysterious in the autumn moonlight. The old stone looked very white and venerable. One thought of all the books that were assembled down there; of the pictures of old prelates and worthies hanging in the panelled rooms; of the painted windows that would be throwing strange globes and crescents on the pavement; of the tablets and memorials and inscriptions; of the fountains and the grass; of the quiet rooms looking across the quiet quadrangles. And (pardon me the thought) I thought, too, of the admirable smoke and drink and the deep arm-chairs and the pleasant carpets: of the urbanity, the geniality, the dignity which are the offspring of luxury and privacy and space.” – A Room Of One's Own, Virginia Woolf

مامان داره یه آهنگ گوش می‌ده که می‌گه: "باز پاییز رسید و دلم از غصه شکست." منم همین‌طور.

یک گیر افتادن کوچک.🍊 و یک کوت از هلن سیمپسون که امروز شناختم: The nearest I have to a rule is a Post-it on the wall in front of my desk saying “Faire et se taire” (Flaubert), which I translate for myself as “Shut up and get on with it.”

دارم یک آهنگ گوش می‌دم که می‌گه The sky was never blue. و من دارم فکر می‌کنم شمع به زبان‌های مختلف چی می‌شه؟ Candle, شمع, la bougie, la candela, die Kerze.

وای تو ورژن اصلیش خیلی عصبیه، تو این یکی نرم‌تره. جفتشون رو خیلی دوست دارم.

Complètement and Parfaitement get me every time. Pure magic. Fabulous give me fourteen of them right now.⭐️