January 2011
6 posts
i know it’s terrible of me, but when i walk down the streets in paris, i really want to be holding a cigarette.
i’ve always detested cigarettes, the way they look, the way they smell… but here… maybe they’re different here, but they smell fantastic and you can tell a true parisian by two things: how much black they are wearing, and if they are carrying a cigarette...
baby, you’re a firework.
