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• Mannequins
  on Dec 1, 2016 in Death Dreams Henry Paris Philipp Plein
  Thursday afternoon, I'm in the Luxembourg Garden writing postcards to friends I lost a lifetime ago. The air smells of spring and graveyards, I'm the only one in sight wearing all black (and Philipp Plein stiletto heels). Asian tourists in beige park...
• Rive Gauche
  on Aug 24, 2016 in Death Father Lolita Los Angeles
  I let him fuck me occasionally as long as I can pretend like his hands are someone else's or even my own. Also, he brings me opium in little brown paper bags and lets me smoke it in bed afterwards. She sits quietly on a chair in the corner of the roo...
• Petit monstre
  on Jul 28, 2016 in Los Angeles Marlies Dekkers Mother
  I'm slowly gathering my thoughts behind closed blinds and sheer curtains. They help me keep my bedroom cool so I can sleep through these melting summer nights. I wear too much clothes in bed and drink too many bottles of wine in the mornings, but it'...
• Hollywood youth
  on Jul 4, 2016 in Los Angeles
  I've been writing and rewriting this post a million times but I'm struggling to find the right words (or any words at all). I've been anxious my whole life but this nagging feeling is something new. I'm afraid of the dark and the light, of shadows an...
• Behind enemy lines
  on Jun 16, 2016 in Death
  She knocks on my door at 6 PM, far less distinctively than I thought she would. I haven't seen her in days, just him in his bone white linen pants and Paisley shirt, hiding those subtle glances behind a pair of shades from the early 70's.She keeps he...
• I like you a lot
  on Jun 6, 2016 in Lolita
  I rented a car and went away for a while, looking for something I hadn't already seen. Story of my life I guess. I found nothing and came back unmoved to the house and the young French couple and my afternoon hours in the sun.The height of summer is...
• Falling down
  on May 7, 2016 in Chloe Death Father Los Angeles
  Even though we're on the edge of the ocean I'm the only one here that never goes swimming. It's not that I'm afraid of the currents or the waves, I just don't trust myself. When I was little in LA, even before my father died, I would go as far out to...
• Farewell to arms
  on May 1, 2016 in Vodka
  He calls me "l'américaine" because he's dying to fuck me but doesn't want her to know. She sees him looking at me and calls me "la putain" because she feels threatened. I've never spoken to them but I hear them arguing through the walls almost every...
• Fire and salt
  on Apr 24, 2016 in Belle Carl Chloe
  The season here smells of flowers and dust but no salt though we're close to the ocean. Miramar was very different, at least in that sense.My neighbors, the young French couple, leave with lightly packed bags every weekend, early in the morning or ju...
• Homework
  on Apr 13, 2016 in Death Marlies Dekkers
  The young couple next door. Teasing him is too easy but I don't do it for him. It teases her too but this is strictly for myself, so I'll remember what holding back when I want something really felt like. I've done it before but not as of lately, so...

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