this song makes everything okay, it makes me travel to a part of my mind where nobody else can go.
(Source: hnhyrk)
“On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend’s funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born. ”
“He holds the endives as if they were precious, ‘cause he likes a job well done.”
(Source: film-instant)
“Amélie cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain… cracking créme brulée with a teaspoon… and skipping stones at St. Marin’s Canal…”
cracking creme brulee is orgasmic.
…piercing the crust of crème brûlée with the tip of a spoon.”
fuck this would totally go on my favourite things list, creme brulee taste amazing, but this makes it orgasmic!
(Source: film-instant)
