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Toujours à moitié endormi

White wine and perrier for lunch. Playing pretend that I’m some classy Parisienne.

Wearing black felt slightly less ‘liberating’ when we started our walk towards le Centre Pompidou and it was 75 degrees out. But Paris just gets cooler and cooler the more I see, and I got some sweet new shades at Jimmy Fairly, and I found the most perfect boots (going back for them tomorrow) and I had the most delicious dinner. Ah.


current thoughts:
- i will never be cool because i don’t drink coffee or alcohol and you have to drink at least one of them to be cool on any acceptable level
- minimalist living aesthetic is cold and overrated and caters solely towards people who have enough money to make it look like they don’t
- white girl lips often look like two dead anchovies lying side by side and it pains me deeply

Couldn’t have said it better myself, peaches.