the saddest part of a broken heart

baignoire
Un cygne qui s’était évadé de sa cage,
Et, de ses pieds palmés frottant le pavé sec,
Sur le sol raboteux traînait son blanc plumage.
Près d’un ruisseau sans eau la bête ouvrant le bec
(extrait de Le Cygne, Charles Baudelaire)

Today I’m going to dream with my eyes wide open (after I get all my homework done of course, I am an excellent student after all *cough cough*). Have a lovely Sunday tout le monde.

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