Tuesday, February 14, 2012


On this Valentine's Day I am just as excited about pink and hearts as I am on most Tuesdays around this time of the day. Honestly, I am more interested in trying to figure out whether I'd get hungry before the work day is over if I eat my lunch around like... NOW.


I just came across this marvelous collection of dirty love letters written by famous authors and thought... what the hell... If people need the reminder of Valentine's Day to start talking dirty, then... the pink glitter may well be worth it.
"I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge yu [sic] with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports… When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.”

Gustave Flaubert to Louise Colet, 1846

Have a sweet and sexy week, y'all! 

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  1. So, the good ol' Valentine made a trek to hell thus putting the foundations of dirty talking on holiday of love. It breaks my heart. That's what's happening when for every saint there is one devilish whore behind the corner. I just dont get these hearty things... It's some sort of political correctness at the celebration of the flesh.

  2. Yes! Also, a good way to make money. Capitalism is not sentimental.

  3. Capitalism is fine. In its shadow Valentine's Day should be a complete pandemonium, but alas, it is still a pink baloon. If only the american sugar industry was brave enough to put some Brothers Grimm spice in their world renowned, fairy tale, holiday cupcake.