je rêve de tous les petits fours que je pourrais manger
dreading the darkroom
wasting time
literally,literally,litera
llyWATCHING the minutes
pass on the clock
watching them change--
undressing before my eyes
--i do not care
can you see the look of concern on my face
also, how do you feel about moving to paris?
just a suggestion.
as i was saying
i don't feel like leaving...
i miss the boulangeries
all the petitsfours i could eat
TOUT QU'IL Y A!
i'm going crazy, really.
quelquefois, il pleut.