<< 1 2 3 4 5 >>

à cause de la langue, du pays

it still sticks in my brain that, originally, you had to go out of your way to talk to me.

it’s that feeling of being chosen, if only in the tiniest of ways.

there are still moments when i want to ask you why, but really:

i probably already know the answer, and it’s not as lovely as i would fantasize it would be.