Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: “It’s four o’clock… At five I have my abyss.”
—Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
P.S. This is SO about vilaine fille.
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