Françoise Sagan with Jean Seberg during filming of Bonjour Tristesse, #Photo 1958.
writer, editor, translator, hag //
alles ist anders. alles ist neu. alles ist schön //
greasy rain sliding in my shoe + blue nights + I’VE NEVER BEEN LIKE THIS BEFORE, new head /
we all say “doesn’t it smell good” when the rain comes. it started when tasha and i went to get beer, we walk back to where we left our friends and she says “imagine if they were still sitting in the dripping gardens, they hadn’t thought to go inside” /
"i had three beers and it really took the edge of things", i said cheerfully /
in the bathroom of the house on carlton street i examined my face critically, washed my hands, looked out the window, the nicholson street flats are one way and the atherton flats are the other. ely and tasha had started singing “when i grow up” by fever ray with a mournful, slightly sinister two-part harmony and i could hear it floating out one sash window and into another. and girls girls girls sitting on windowsills smoking cigs out into the afternoon, three part harmony, talking about ships, i made a messy on-the-spot translation of baudelaire, in the music room ely played joni mitchell on the piano and sang sang sang soulful voice and i pressed my face to the air, more sash windows, more flats, more rain, more petrichor /
in between stops i finished this duras novel. the last dialogue is a man saying “i wish you were dead” and a woman saying “it’s done”. what’s dead was my phone, and it was sort of nice. electric humming out my window. things are stranger than usual
ok like i KNOW about syria and my grandma lying on her literal deathbed but did my dinner have to be fucking flambéed. it wasn’t even real dinner it was a goddamn FUCKING half a bagel
u ever just get really hot and bothered over baudelaire tho
can’t print my readings bc i have three student cards in my wallet - 2x melby U, 1x RMIT - but none of them are valid. will i ever get organised? fuck me
i’ve been rained on and spilled passionfruit on myself and it’s not even 9.30 how do cool girls do it
bellyachers asked: what's under your bed, is there anything on a shelf or in a cupboard in your house that you can't reach, do you want to get a coffee / baby gin drink this week?!
nothing i don’t think?? just some dust, maybe some old zine supplies actually, Old magazines / i am small and there are lots of high places so it’s an extensive list but mostly stuff like some glasses. the unopened pack of laundry detergent. the sock orgy basket where the swingin’ socks go til they rejoin their mates. i keep my sleeping bag up on a high shelf? haha / yes pls!! sorry i’ve been such a flakey jake this last week, i was staying close to home w all the family stuff but i will text u tomorrow ! gin gin gin things also boOk swap! xx
Anonymous asked: What are your three greatest fears?
i/ not being able to help someone i love (being impotent; not fast enough; not tough enough; not smart enough; etc)
ii/ getting alzheimic or having my brain degenerate otherwise before my body fails me. not having someone - a lover or friend or sister - to give me a pill when it’s time to go
iii/ headsickness/heartsickness as heredity. As inevitable or ceaseless or immutable, as obstacle to happy relationships, so on
leonardodicapricciosa asked: What is your most favourite word/phrase? (any language) ^_^
it depends so much! i think i’m more interested in combinations of words, probably. recently i learned “sayang”, which means “darling” or “loved one” in malay. i love listening to malay, it’s sort of heady and sensual. i have the word “sunborn” in my brain but i don’t know what it means, i think i made it up. i really like how the verb for “dream” in german - traumen - sounds like “trauma”