one word, and it's over

i got ma fridge poetry the other day and someone left all the words in the shape of a circle so i turned it into a heart and put some pretty queer writing around the side. the whole post is going to be a bit gay if i'm honest, mainly coz in a minute i'm going to do some serious raving about

PARIS :D

naturally i'm going to take a billion photos of what really is a metallic structure of beautifulness that suits my ocd perfectly because symmetry = bliss.

we found some bridge going from one of the islands going to the south bank with loads of padlocks + things attached to it, we assume it's something to do with marriage but this is my favourite one:

other touristic views include the arc de triumph + le louvre :)






oh and this is just cool :D
















en somme, i'm basically in love with Paris and want to live there gutted i can't, now i'm 18 - a hell yes :D the first time i bought booze i didn't even get id'd which was just naatttt cool, but i've been out on the lash and have been i'd to get in, and then at the bar everytime i bought a drink.. ¬_¬ natt cool.


- a bientot