i’ve been feeling nostalgic for all the great places i’ve visited (blame it on the treacherous blend of being a millennial who just turned 25 and my flighty sagittariun nature) so i spent my friday looking through pictures from my trip to paris this past july. would it be really cliche and vapid of me to pine on about how badly i want to live in paris and do nothing but learn french, drown myself in espresso and gain an obscene amount of weight via croissant (which i just pronounced french as fuck in my head)? oui? bon.
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