For my friends

for the broken hearted

Love has got me to the point

where I now live badly

cause i'm dying of desire

and then...

Look after yourself. 

Listen to love songs.

 Buy yourself flowers. 

And don't worry, there is still hope. 

1. Photos by Sylvain-Emmanuel from Paris, France

2.  shiri lee webb

3. via so much to tell you

4. Bryan Ferry

love letter

Patricia Franchini: Do you know William Faulkner? 
Michel Poiccard: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him?

Dear jean, 

everything that i know about love i learnt from cinema. it's no wonder that things never work out quite right in the end. everything i feel has a fine silver surface tactility. my life is not a narrative, just a jump cut or temps mort. you have ruined me because michel is dead. because we will never steal a cadilac. because We look at each other in the eye, and it's no use. I wonder what ever happened to jean seberg?

Love forever, 

H Carlisle