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09 janvier 2016

Don’t kiss trainwrecks. Don’t kiss knives. Don’t kiss.



J'espère que vous avez passé des vacances chouettes et que votre nouvelle année sera aussi supportable que possible ! Un petit dessin de célébration avec ma personne favorite au monde, Marie. Très bientôt, une nouvelle BD, pour la deuxième édition du webzine Rouge ! Des bisous à vous tous. 





“As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion--she lost her head over it--we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired and nothing else was enough; all the beautiful, damaged women who have come through my life and I wonder what would have happened if I'd met them sooner, what they were like before they were so badly wounded. All this time I thought I'd been kissing, but maybe I'm always doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, kissing dead girls in hopes that the heart will start again. Where there's breath, I've heard, there's hope.” 

Daphne Gottlieb, Kissing Dead Girls




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