the optimist’s perspective
What about those dreary evenings that start slow, accelerate with a rumble, and end with a wam bam pow—leave you with sand in your eyes and a raspy throat from cigarettes and singing in the street.
when a friend arrives with shit news, and you think, well when life gives you lemons, you fucking throw em back twice as hard—right?
maybe that’s just me being an optimist.
Oh my god I love you so much Henry !
no I love you for showing me another beautiful side of bordeaux :)) you are a firework misssssy