It occurred to me that I hadn’t shared my latest addition. I now have both of my little favourites tattooed on my arms.

Both tattooed by my ludicrously talented friend Laura; over at Electric Artz, Glasgow. Only she could capture their wee faces the way I wanted. I’m so pleased.

Introducing, Agatha Christie (fresh), and Sherlock Holmes (healed).
They’ve both shown their appreciation in the form of dead animals on the staircase. Little devils.

It’s pub day for Bohemians, Bootleggers, Flappers, and Swells: The Best of Early Vanity Fair! We’re celebrating by giving away a subscription to Vanity Fair, a copy of the book, vintage postcards from Vanity Fair, penguin cocktail shaker (my favorite!), AND books by Jazz Age authors (including Dorothy Parker and F. Scott Fitzgerald)!

Enter the contest here!

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
—  Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
Great Literary Themes for a Wedding
  • Romeo and Juliet:Poison the wedding cake.
  • Jane Eyre:Halfway through the ceremony, a deranged-looking woman in white runs screaming down the aisle.
  • The Great Gatsby:Reception is set casually around a pool with a body floating in it.
  • Pride and Prejudice:The groom begins his vow with 'Against my better judgments, I have fallen in love with you.'
  • Lord of the Rings:Destination wedding at a volcano; when the officiator asks for the rings to be presented, throw them into the lava.
  • Watership Down:Serve rabbit at the reception.
  • Catcher in the Rye:Tell everyone they're Goddamn phonies, but invite them to the wedding anyway
  • The Raven:Every line of the vows must end with either "Lenore" or "Nevermore."

Your eyes is the most alluring thing that I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s beautiful yet it’s mysterious. Just like how the moon hides in clouds. Just like how the sun creates unsafe yet breathtaking flares.

Your lips are venom yet I want to taste it. Just like a bitter alcohol that I would be willing to get drunk at. Just like a drug that I could take no matter how much it is. Just like a poison, yet I want to have even if I know it will kill me.

Your skin is lightning—it can burn and kill me just after I touched it. Your skin is velvet yet it’s a flame that I’d be more than happy to touch even if I know it can turn me into ashes.

Your laugh is like a classical music playing in a vintage radio. It is simple, romantic, priceless. Just like how priceless happiness is, just like how simple an old province turned out, just like how romantic every novels are.

Your hair is like a river that is always beautiful no matter which direction it takes. Like a river that I want to soak myself in, eventhough I may drown. Like a clear river that is rare, yet once found, gets everyone’s attention.

Your breath is the air I take— I am dependent of your life, I am dependent of how much happy you are, I am dependent of how much sadness you’ll have. Your breath is my heaven for you are my life. Your breath is my everything that I am willing to end my life once you ended yours.

—  a.r., Six ways to confess to the person you can never have.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else.
—  Charles Dickens (John Rokesmith (alias Harmon) to Bella Wilfer in “Our Mutual Friend.”)