What you should tell yourself every morning when you look in the mirror:
I’m the fucking director of this movie; me and no one else.
You know I’ll be watching.
I will miss you all the way from Paris.
Hogging the bath.
(This is your third clue.)
You’re every last fucking bit as terrible as you think you are.
And I still love you.
Either this is a vertical spoon, or the room is spinning.
(Probably both.)
The land of Moët and Chanel.
(This is your second clue.)
una-lady-italiana:
Chris Von Wangenheim.