I can imagine it now, an all-black affair. The only thing showing is the little beam of light peaking through those black curtains. It strikes through your shoulder far enough down your body to send chills through mine. You’re just standing there and all I’m asking is for you not to be prude, you know what we came here to do. That’s where my story telling stops, its not like you don’t know what the ending was, you had the same story haunting you. So when you ask me why not yet? Well, I just don’t want to be rude to your housemates..

—J’adore D’avaler la Fumée (via tonsofstaples)