all i really want in life is to be a 16th century italian noblewoman tangled in a stringent love affair with a corrupt and lascivious cardinal who my boring husband goes to for confession. Titian paints me weekly and i always look great
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“As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores (via apiecealisa)