Demain dès l'aube...

Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,

Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.

J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.

Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,

Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,

Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,

Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,

Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,

Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe

Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

Victor Hugo.

Ophelia, Sir John Everett Millais.

Love love love

Spread the love people! We love you :) 

Oh look! John Lennon just kissed your screen!

We love you yeah, yeah, yeah... 

Pretty Pastels

Credits to: 5 inch and up, Unknown for the rest! 

Jewels for spring!

Credits to: Unknown, Unknown, Hoss Intropia, Hoss Intropia & Honestly WTF!

See Through!

Would you dare? ;) 

With bras...or not!

Credits to: all Unknown except the last one: The Sartorialist.

Bookie!

Reading is an obsession, an addiction... Once you start, it's difficult to stop.

Some books are like drugs... Quite insane, quite disturbing... But you can't let them down. You just must go on and on until those words...

Those damn two damn words:

The end.

"But all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time".

Besides, books aren't only books, their universe involves EVERYTHING: 

It could be a clutch...

Or it could be a staircase...

I want those stairs so bad. SO. BAD. 

Because...

We'll always have Paris

You can go everywhere you want…

But you won’t find a better place than…

The city that makes you…

The city that makes you always feel…

Doesn’t matter if it’s raining…

Snowing…

Or the sun is shining in the sky…

Doesn’t matter if it’s during the day…

Or during the night…

So let's just say that WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS!