Les Sucettes: Archive

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where did your tumblr name came from?...

it happens to be a song from the late-60s by ananda shankar (ravi’s nephew!) personal questions know no boundaries.

Oct 20th

i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m moving i’m...

Jul 2nd

Sep 14th

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Sep 14th

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“Vous n’auriez pas vu Coco? Coco dans l’Trocadero Qui qu’a...”

– - Coco Avant Chanel mon amie, qui a l’aire d’Audrey Tatou (mais avec les cheveux blonds et plus long) chantait cette chanson pour tout le jour!

Sep 14th

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Sep 14th

and so now i feel rather guilty for not posting for two days. only a lot of shhh has been going on and i’ve been pretty worked up with that. i look at all you religiously blogging and regret that i have not been an asset to the community. i wish you missed me!

Sep 14th

Sep 12th

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Sep 12th

Sep 11th

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Sep 11th

friday night question time

question: does not wanting to buy Beatles remastered CD collection make me a good Beatles girl for sticking true to the original LP’s or a bad Beatles girl for not embracing all the potential? please answer. now Derren Brown is going to show me how to win the lottery! i need a man like that in my life.

Sep 11th

3 notes

Sep 11th

Sep 10th

Success.

i wrote a song, took me seven years to do so! and i’m ecstatic. shall post once i work out 3rd verse and middle 8th

Sep 10th

Sep 9th

paperback writer

i have read 7 books out of the suggested A level English Literature reading list of 246. better get cracking! but on the plus side, i have read all of the plays and poetry. so i have 2 years to read 239 books?

Sep 9th

1 note

Sep 9th

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Sep 8th

Sonnet XLIII

“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds...

Sep 8th