French men reading books in Paris that I took pictures of

Like is there anything more attractive than this

Wednesday or something

WHERE R MY BIKE KEYS

WHY AM I SUCH A MESS

HOW DO I STOP BEING SUCH  MESS

WHERE R MY BIKE KEYS CMON SOFIA

WHY IS FLYING TO LISSBON SO EXPENSIVE

WHEN CAN I GET DRUNK

CAN I HANG OUT WITH U

WHERE THE FUCK DID I LEAVE MY BIKE KEYS

CAN U PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT UR JOB

WHY CANT I SPEAK FRENCH

HOW DO I FIND THE ENERGY TO FIND MY BIKE KEYS



Idk really

haha

My Room is clean. But it never really is.

I've also just shoved all stuff I didn't have the time to sort into the white thing that's supposed to function as a garderobe. 

I don't know why, but I constantly feel that I was more beautiful when I was younger. It's a strange feeling. Also a strange thought.

I could make myself look nicer, with makeup and what not. Maybe nicer clothes and better-cared-for-hair. 

Will it still be me?