Status Updates From Chéri

Pardonne moi Ilo mais je me fais mortellement chier

“her pretty body shook, racked by grief, jealousy, anger and a servility of which she was unaware; and yet like a wrestler fighting for his life, like a swimmer in the hollow of a wave, she felt bathed in an element which was strange, natural and bitter.”

“she felt cautious and full of distrust against an enemy she had never known—grief.”

C'est si beau 🥹🤌

“but still she heard him, lying next to him, listened with delight to the delicate vibration, the distant and defeated tumult throbbing in a body that denies its agony, its gratitude, and its love.”

“‘what have you found out? that your mouth pleased me? my poor boy, ive kissed uglier…’she smiled down upon him, sure of herself, but she did not know that something rested on her face, a sort of faint palpitation, an attractive sadness, and that her smile looked like those that follow on a fit of weeping.”

“the day when a woman,” he retorted, “lives Nd for my brains, i shall be done for….”