exquisite fashion sense, minty breath, violet auras.
quite honestly, i’m just entirely engrossed within my schooling and artistic endeavors. i also work for the duration of the day during weekends. so i’m either at school, working on school/art, or at work—offering not much room for vacillation in my dreams of departure.
but infinite love will mount in my soul;
and i will go far, far off, like a gypsy” —arthur rimbaud
she was a remarkably sensual being. i mean, she could even be writing about a fragment of dirt and i’d find it somehow phenomenally erotic. it’s beyond magical. however, i suggest you read her diaries (predominately) as well as some of her shorter works such as “under a glass bell” and “collages”—let me know your thoughts afterwards! i’m honored to have lured you to her and am always in need of more anais extremists, xo.