Dandelion boy.

How do you get rid of people you've known for year?

Yeah. I went there. There's just a lot I can take, and this

is way over my limit. You don't know anything about manners,

and I am honestly sick of it. A please and a thank you aren't

too much to ask, are they?

Lost in Translation

Santa and I wish you a merry Christmas.

Those days which are supposed to be fun and nice are going to be

awful and boring but I keep holding on even though nothing's

right in my life. Hating on people isn't a relaxing task but I

won't give up on it anyway. Love me a little hatred.

But how awkward is it when you realize you don't talk to a lot of

people anymore? Well, just as a lot as the people missing the

"Who I'd like to see today" list. And trust me, that's an awful lot.

On change tous. On aime ça, d'ailleurs. Mais ça râle, et ça pleure, et ça agace. Les personnes qui se plaignent du changement sont souvent les premiers concernés (et oui, moi inclue). Mais à part ça, tout m'énerve. Enfin, tout le monde m'énerve. Voilà, c'est dit. Surtout deux personnes.

Paris, en gros.

Feels good, man.

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right. [...] Give me a sign, I want to believe.

You're more of a drama queen than I am.

I can do this. I can do this.

Summer, summer, summer. 2011

Rainy days, Nolwenn, Sacha & Pookie.

9 - 30/7/11.