#vernuska

sometimes i miss smoking so much. the act of smoking a cigarette is tied to so many important moments of my life. i had my first cigarette in Paris in front of Sacre Cour while the sun was setting behind the city. and i had my last cigarette in a bar patio when i hugged a person i am no longer in contact with and my friend who also lit my first cigarette, put his cigarette on my lips very gently. even thought i miss it so much sometimes, it is a habit that belongs to the past i guess.

i very often think about this one beautiful boy in Paris metro who asked if he could take a picture of my saturn tattoo. maybe we have matching tattoos now.

i changed a biketyre for the first time today and i feel so fucking powerful.