"I do social work, focusing on young families. Basically I play and dance with babies."
(poster via brotherinelysium)
Discat - Realities of Meow
laneia are you writing this down
You have no idea how much Belle Époque softcore I encounter on a daily basis.
Sylvie Vartan, reading Proust
Ah yes, sweet little song, how much you mock me,
for even if I go o’er hill, I won’t bloom as a rose.
Only a rose blooms as a rose, no one else. That’s for sure.
I tried to put out leaves, to turn into a bush.
Holding my breath so it would happen faster.
I waited for the moment of budding as a rose.
O sweet little song, you show no mercy toward me:
I have a body that’s unique, immutable,
I’m here but once to the marrow of my bones.
—Wislawa Szymborska, translated by Magnus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire, from “Calling Out to Yeti,” 1957