qui sait le pourquoi

If you don't come over and pretend with me I'll pretend on my own.

Today is black coffee and messy hair and ripped black tights and a black lace bra, with a flannel shirt thrown over the top (also known as my pyjamas) and Paris Combo and ciabatta with camembert and pesto and high heels and paintings of Africa and being alone but not lonely.
No, I'm lying. Of course I'm lonely. I'm just starting to not care.

Today is being a Viktor girl in Paris. Today is being pretentious because make-believe makes me feel better. Today is a grey sky and tired eyes.



photo credit - myself