des petites plaintes d'une petite

Apr 3

ohcenarae:

my dash always needs marilyn on it.

my dash always needs marilyn on it.

Apr 2

There’s two sips of whisky in the glass. But, I’m not going to drink it, no, I swear I’ll make it last. Until we’re, drinking out of the same glass, again.

Oct 3

I DARE YOU.

Jan 16

3 weeks.

3 weeks and I see this out my kitchen window again.

Well, minus the river.

It’ll be interesting not to have the lights of Dublin from 7 stories up twinkling back at me. And strange to not have the ‘new and exciting’ element whenever I leave the apartment. And so sad to leave everyone I’ve met and loved behind.

But there’s no place like home.

Jan 14

“You sound like you’re from London!”

Procrastinating from study, and getting my daily Beirut hit.

Shoddy as camera - but a breathtaking sunset.

Dec 24

Poor taste Bowen burns again.

While watching the movie The Hunchback of Notre Dame to get ourselves into the mood to brace ourselves against the Parisian cold and get exploring on our third day here, the line came up in one of the songs about lovers…

“They seem to have a glow around them, it almost looks like heaven’s light….”

I turned to Tim and asked…

“Hey baby, reckon we’ve got a glow?”

He looked at me for a few seconds before replying…

“Yeup, it’s mostly you though…because you’re so white.”

Thanks.

Thanks Tim.

Love you too.

Dec 2

I kind of want to have a long, frustrated, angry cry. I spent most of the day on the phone and looking out my window willing with all my heart for the snow to stop. It’s hard not to be disappointed when you’re looking forward to something so much, and you get so close to having it, only for freak snow falls to stamp on all your excitement and expectations.

Need sleep, take 2 get Tim to Ireland to commence tomorrow morning at 7.10am. Thank you easyrail and Stena line ferries!

Dec 1

Tomorrow.

I get the other half of my heart back.