when you wash the feet of others your hands too become clean in the process

I hate many forms of talking. I hate sharing my plans, I hate explaining how I feel, I hate bringing up stuff that I don’t like in people’s behaviour, I hate pointing out things from the past, idk… I wish everyone was mute like in Hello Kitty.

Going to take a walk in Le Marais and ponder upon the meaning of existence while listening to Vanessa Paradis and trying not to kill myself because of how hard it is to find an apartment in Paris

Eating croque monsieur in bed… wishing it was monsieur qui me croquait…

Go to museums

He was so real for this #SensitiveYoungMan

Your reminder that at some point everyone dressed like this

Physically bed rotting in Paris because my feet are massacred, mentally at a Luis Miguel concert in Sevilla

Complacent men (men, not women) are the reason why the world is so fallen

Breakfast at Tiffany's (Blake Edwards, 1961)

I don’t understand how people can experience love making and then not believing in God or life after death after said experience

I really want a cupcake😢