So I've just spent a week in Baden-Württemberg at a friend (Ja he's German). Real foreign experiences woo!
When I left and got on the train I cried. I hated leaving. It's the longest time I've stayed in one place so far and with two people I really love. I was sick most of the week I was there, but it was just relaxing. A good place to be sick.
Lots of movies, specifically ones with Ryan Gosling YUMMMMYYYY
Now I'm in paris again for one night and it just makes me sad, because there's so much I want to do here, but I need like a month. Time is so elusive and untangable and I hate it. tomarrow I'm going to Belgium. WHAT ?!
It's impossible to contemplate. Where I've been, where I'm going...
It really doesn't make any sense and part of it feels like long forgotten dreams. Fuzzy, too unbelievable to be real. But I love it, and I'm living it.
I'm living the dream :)
PEACE out x

Oh and PS:
Happy anniversary to a very special pair out there in the world. Inspirations, you are :)