niche perfume oils and old london myths.
niche perfume oils and old london myths.
used to be one of the rotten ones and i liked you for that.
(paris, basilique du sacré-cœur, 06/04/09)
(photo from de toi à moi)
because dropping everything and hopping the train to paris just to see you for one day says “i’m over you” so well.
from hcmc to london to paris to geneva. let’s meet in new york city someday and we can say we are the poster girls of bright lights dark eyes.
because sometimes it’s just novel to scribble quartic equations on the back of starbucks receipts at 2 in the morning.
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
glamour.
serva me, servabo te.
i must be spoiled and rotten ‘cause no one else will ever do
don’t you forget i get what i want
all i want is you.