midnite starts now

and it lasts forever

the first time

i went to a cemetary in paris, i went with a boy, he was a friend of the family i was working for, he was french, he was still a teenager, he was a babe...am i allowed to say that hes a babe? now that i'm single....ya i guess i am, anyways he was a babe, classic parisen teenage boy, skinny, smoked, dressed like a babe.......anyways,,,, i think we went to Pere Lachaise cemetary, a beauty of a place, he had real attitude, a bit of a snob, i dont think he thought i was the greatest, i was running around the cemetary littering my cigarette butts on graves, it was november i think, leaves everywhere, pretty romantique if you ask me, i was so happy to be in paris, i was wearing a dress, little brown boots. He yelled at me>>in french>> hey you know theres dead people below where you're walking, a bit of respect. I nearly puked.

when we went home on the metro, his stop was before mine, he bisoused me, a kiss on both cheeks and a long loitering pause in the middle starring at me, everything so close...everything so cloooooooooose

come here>>>

for breakfast!

if u dont feel like eating

i dont blame u

lollie gager

balance saga

guy bourdin

i love this

lets go driving through paris

take me to the other side