LE PARLOUR DE VALÉNCIA

Valéncia Bardot Hastings 🕯️🖤🦢 soft evidence of a life becoming art

[parlourdevalencia]

🕊️ hii, i’m valéncia bardot hastings,

and welcome to the parlour. what goes on behind closed doors? 🚪

🥀 i started this page in a season of unraveling—

where healing meant unlearning survival and relearning softness.

right now, i’m focusing on my mental health, on holding my heart with gentler hands.

on rebuilding the parts of me that school, burnout, and grief buried.

🥀 someday, i hope to return to education. 📚📖

to actually pursue the dreams i’ve only whispered to myself late at night—

academic ones, artistic ones, french ones. 🇫🇷

but for now, this is where i practice presence.

this is where i romanticize the in-between.

🥀 you’ll find poetry, journaling, femme melancholy,

scenes from a life i’m slowly reclaiming.

i believe in healing beautifully, loving deliberately,

and dressing like the ghost of a girl who still believes in herself.

🥀 i want to learn again.

i want to dream again.

i want to live a life that feels like mine.

🥀 if any of that resonates—

stay a while. write to me. 📝

you don’t have to be alone in the waiting.

💌 this is la vie bardot hastings:

part girlhood archive, part dream recovery, part rebirth.

à bientôt 💋

🌹

[parlourdevalencia]

I never had a shoulder to cry on. I've always relied on solidarity. I've developed a love for loneliness after being exiled from the world of white swans.

[parlourdevalencia]

i'm wrapped in cotton bed sheets while an elegy plays nearby, and my eyes are coated in black ink.

why is it that no instrument can replicate the true sombre notes of my heart?

-valéncia

[gluten-free-lap-dances]

Bishop’s Garden

Cathedral Heights, Washington D.C. 03.2026

[galerienoirchic]

📸 Grégory Lejeune Notre-Dame de Paris

[m1male2]

París

[parlourdevalencia]

la vie en noir 🖤🕯

[parlourdevalencia]

there may be a little poetry left inside this corpse. a few words that were left behind before decay. i shout, i shout "i'm not okay!" fill me with alcohol! it'll all be okay.

-valéncia

[parlourdevalencia]

Where did the year go? Have I been living under water? Time moves differently when you're struggling to keep afloat. I recall being in first grade and starring in the play “The Ugly Duckling,” where I was cast as a white swan — a rather mean and fierce one. I sneered at the little duckling and belittled him. I lacked grace and elegance back then. It turns out I never quite outgrew that role — a drowning swan. Only now I have ebony feathers.

— valéncia

[bebs-art-gallery]

The Swan (1915)

— by Hilma Af Klint

[parlourdevalencia]

i met joan didion this past may. she's been on the phone for about an hour. i think she's going through something. spring has left us.

6.20.26

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5.22.26

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a thought has been circulating in my mind this past week. i think it's fleeting, but for now, it's mine. it seemed to come out of nowhere—i actually want to be alive.

[parlourdevalencia]

i drove to the desert,

80 mph to find inspiration.

i parked the tundra in desperation

and walked toward the bench

where solitude sat and waited.

i thought—

i've always been a desert.

[parlourdevalencia]

I keep going back—

searching for the girl

who died at eighteen.

I try to rewire the brain,

disentomb her.

Dig deeper.

I keep coming back

to the same yard,

the same tomb,

the same chained casket.

[parlourdevalencia]

f o r l o r n u a r y

[parlourdevalencia]

"The poet inspired me to 'do nothing about everything,' so I sink into the mattress, gazing at the ceiling fan."