Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful too.

Who would have thought LA was so cold in March…

Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful too.
After crossing an entire ocean, and a continent… we finally arrived in beautiful, sunny Los Angeles. Where it was freakishly cold. Or were we too sleep-deprived to feel any warmth, I don’t know.

What I do know is that :
– There were no Uber answering from LAX, thanks to their slow wifi.
– I had forgotten to refill my T-Mobile account so I couldn’t use data to move away from the airport and eventually get an Uber to drive us home.
– That we didn’t have any change for at least taking a bus away from LAX, because we hadn’t thought this through…
– We did finally find an ATM and someone who accepted to change a 10$ bill.
– Somehow we managed to miss our bus, so we had to wait almost an hour for the next one…
– Finally, after 15hours or more of crazy travel, we were home-ish… except the apartment I used to stay at, was now the house next door. We didn’t even have the right address, oh well.

After those insanities, we decided sleep would be our best ally – the next morning was a total breakfast binge at Denny’s ! Welcome to America !
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If kisses were stars, I would give you the sky.

“I smiled. We were under the same sky at least.”

If kisses were stars, I would give you the sky.
We flew back to Los Angeles from Paris, with my sister… so many feelings & memories came through. Last time we went together it was crazy and wild, we had awesome little adventures and many what the heck moments.

I couldn’t shake the happiness in my heart because we waited for this trip for such a long time. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was delighted to find out.
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Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.

French countryside

Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.
Provins is a wonderful medieval town not too far from Paris, that we had the delight to visit on a beautiful summer day. There we could find picturesque little houses, a beautiful rose garden with so many different species, never-ending views on fields, a big romanesque castle and of course this feeling of being away from a big city, and breathing the fresh air, just enjoying ourselves.
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I want a wild love and a curious life.

Sometimes the outside doesn’t match the inside…

I want a wild love and a curious life.I remember I didn’t feel pretty that day. I put on some nice clothes and I tried to make myself look the best I could for my boyfriend, but in reality, I had a lot of anxiety and was too self-conscious about my appearance. He was kind enough though to make a whole photoshoot happen… that was a special feeling I will never forget, and sometimes when I’m down I wish to relive that day somehow. Because he made me feel pretty.

I’m someone who deals with a lot of sadness and issues, but I won’t show it. I’d rather just put on the best fake smile I can, and forget about me, focus on whatever else I can. Some days I even wish I could erase myself, and some other days I manage to do so. I think pretending that I’m fine is a way to combat what’s making me feel bad, and that’s why I keep doing it. The most important thing I do is to get up & push myself to go through a daily routine, which is helpful to maintain my stability.
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Home is where the waves are.

The Eternal Question

Home is where the waves are.
What are your eternal questions… mine are :

“Should I redo my highlights ?” – I can’t figure out if I like myself better as a blonde or brunette.
“What are we eating ?” – at any time of the day.
“Should I save up for an actual trip, or just go back to LA ?” – usually the latter.
“What’s going on ?” – because I don’t really pay attention, even if I pretend to.
“Why’s that person looking at me ?” – I’m a mix of paranoid & introvert.

And so on… 🙂
Home is where the waves are.Home is where the waves are.Home is where the waves are.Home is where the waves are.Home is where the waves are.

Gone crazy, be back shortly.

Memories from London

Gone crazy, be back shortly.
I’ve been sharing a lot of pictures and videos I’ve taken prior to getting my MacBook, just because I don’t want them to go unseen. So bare with me, because there’s still a bunch to go and once I’m done with that it will be all-new content.

It’s actually kind of therapeutic because I’m also classifying my files, and updating my online stuff – which has been a huge mess to deal with. At first, it seemed so depressing, like how the heck am I ever going to be done with that… but as the days go by, I’m really starting to see the end of the tunnel.

I feel relieved and freer now that I have a computer and I can plan, re-arrange and work on ideas I couldn’t let myself focus on. There are some people who will tell you that, you don’t need the “right equipment” to get going, but I don’t think it’s necessarily true – at least not for me.

I needed this to kickstart myself, and I’m so happy I managed to make enough to finally afford it, and that I never gave up on my priorities no matter how difficult some days were. Keep on believing in yourself, and do what it takes to get what you need to make your dreams come true.
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I am the ocean i drown in.

“Be brutally honest but lead with the positive, because I might shut down and not be able to process the criticism.”

I am the ocean i drown in.
“Tout homme d’élite aspire instinctivement à sa tour d’ivoire, à sa réclusion mystérieuse, où il est délivré de la masse, du vulgaire, du grand nombre, où il peut oublier la règle « homme », étant lui-même une exception à cette règle.”

“Every select man strives instinctively for a citadel and its privacy, where he seeks mysterious seclusion, where he can be delivered from the many people and their commonness – where he may forget “men who are the rule,” as being the exception to that case.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

I am the ocean i drown in.I am the ocean i drown in.I am the ocean i drown in.I am the ocean i drown in.