From beginning, to happy ending.

Les hommes ont oublie cette verite, mais tu ne dois pas l'oublier- tu deviens responsable pour toujours ce que tu as apprivoise.

Antoine de Saint Exupery

I keep accidently blogging about things approaching "meaningful"-like books, literature, and reading...[don't worry, there's a pair of banging McQueen heels a in a few pictures, breathe with ease]. If my remaining scraps of high school French Un, Deux, Trois, et Quatre prove at all useful, I believe Monsieur Exupery said we are forever responsible for what we tame, a fact we often forget. When we read, I think we tame the knowledge contained within the pages... and if I could tame wild books in the following unreasonably GORGEOUS locations, perhaps my mental zoo would look a little more like The San Diego Zoo and less like an Petting Farm. Thank you stumbleupon.com for finding-

Rijkmuseum, Amsterdam, Holland.

Common reading room, research library, and department of prints and drawings.

Biblioteca Nacional do Brasil, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

Biggest library in Latin America. Probablyyyy the most badass as well.

Stiftsbibliothek St. Gallen, Switzerland.

I know nothing about this other then it's beautiful and has an unnatural amount of letters in it's name.

Dear Alexander McQueen,

Can I have these flats? [Faithful Skull Flat in Black, By Alexander McQueen.] They have a skull. And a zipper. And when I see them, nothing else matters.
I'd settle for these heels. I mean, beggars can't be choosers here.

♥

Caroline.

ps: Thanks for charging 409 euro [$596.61] for a pair of BLACK FLATS. What, are you hungry? Supporting an insatiable crack addiction? I mean, judging by your collection for Target, probably. Talk about disappointing... I love you anyway. And those damn shoes.

I miss America sometimes.

I miss eating food out of cardboard boxes and watching Desperate Housewives and driving with the windows down and Hollywood beach and texting and all the lamest shit you can think of. Who said the American dream died again?

Every book is a failure, George Orwell.

Ciao. Baci. Amore. Gelato. Merda.

♥