It frustrates me that I do not have the financial means to buy the good quality clothes that would look good on me and that when I do have a steady source of income I will no longer have an 18 year old body
Going through the Lille tag on Pinterest wondering how I’m going to be able to handle doing the same thing from my bed in New York.
These are my places. This is my city. A friendship began on the second floor of that Notting Hill. That road is how I would walk (more like run) to school in the mornings. “Le petit Paul” by the Ugly church never has any good pastries left after 11. The cafés next to Rihour really do glow like that in the night.