Friday, April 24, 2026

everything inconsequential

We are fucking off to Paris in one hour to see Gertrude's grave & the monument to Heloise & Abelard. She is sleeping beside me & we both stink of posh perfume.  I am bold enough to post this without baby's approval & to select a picture myself. Mars is in Aries & I'll fucking do it.


 

 


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