If I’m lucky, I might be able to eat out at one of these awesome cafes. Aish. It would be even better if I was living in the vintage era. Who knows what can happen in these kind of cafes? Omg… what if I actually see people break out in the kind of fred-astaire/audrey hepburn kind of mass dance? It’ll be nice to see those gay old guys at the bar (they are usually gay, right?) and think: How many people have they seen enter the doors of this cafe? How many people do they actually remember? Will they remember me?
Chances are, neither of us would. As usual.
Bonifacio, Corsica, France (by Allard One)
Jessie, not Jessy.
Currently a lord of the rings and harry potter fangirl. Froyo expert. Sometimes I care too much; sometimes I'm too careless. But whatever. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade, all shall fade. Only happiness is left and I should try to be happy more often. You should too.
