La rousse au chocolat.

I fucking miss it. I dreamt of it almost every night the last couple of weeks. I do think that when you grow up near the sea, you can't live without it. It calls you wherever you are. I spent all my holidays when I was a kid in Saint Malo, my family has a house there. Sometimes we went every week end, when the weather was good. I learnt to love the rain there, the storm, the wind, the salt in the air. I loved to wake up just after dawn, have a walk on the pier, and go to buy the bread, warm, just taken from the hoven. I used to pass by that narrow alley, that smelt pee, but that I loved though. We used to have dinner, and then, at the sunset, around 10pm, go for a walk, eat real briton pancakes, waffles and icecream on the cobbles, at the end of the sea wall just enjoying the light of the end of the day. I fucking miss it.




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Syndrome Pomme d'Eve.

Belettes chantantes
envoyé par rouliyouli

Pull out the bunting
She made then one by one
Hang'em in the trees
Until a breeze it comes

Move to the country
The town has told its tale
When the sutumn leaves
They fall

And the whole place didn't look the same that night
They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall

All the days a ticking gone

Bye baby bunting
All England wants you home
Away in the hills
Where the wild things
They roam

So I'll never know why
She made then one by one
Hanging in the trees
'Till a breeze its comes

HAHAHA. Je vous aime quand même.

The Girl is Gone

"I'm a ZEBRAAAAAAAA !!!" :adammh:

Edit Redmayne

Ginger alert at KF.

I like the dark, and I think to myself...

I like to wander. Fact. And if it's in a middle-age city, then it's even better. Under the moonlit.