"One thing I’ve learned, transcribing these CONFESSIONS has taught me, we all knew a lot more at young ages than we remember knowing, later. Some kind of peculiar amnesia must set in. Some kind of reinvention of ourselves. Maybe because much of what we knew we didn’t like knowing and worked to forget so if you haven’t been keeping a diary or such (and nobody does, these days) you’ll succeed in forgetting what’s mysterious, upsetting." — from Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang by Joyce Carol Oates
I really don't feel like blogging in french at all. Should change where I host my blog as this one requires me to be bilingual and I don't know whether I'm bilingual enough?
Once I took a bath (well, not a bath) I'll cut my hair. Not to pass but because I feel ready. Not the haircut I thought about for passing. Because of changes and how I once read about how Coco Chanel cut her hair? I don't remember and I'm tired I didn't sleep because I'm too frigging unclean to sleep in my bed. Go!
P. -S.: Also, visit
His Black Dress, he's amazing!