In the past few weeks I’ve kind of come to the conclusion that this is the GPOY-est of things for me…that’s probably awful & I really don’t know what I could do to fix it (or if it’s even worth fixing? I mean, you save yourself a lot of trouble not believing stuff like that sometimes I guess) but yeah. Let’s not confuse it with lack of confidence/self-esteem because clearly that’s not a problem for me but I think the last couple of years have made me: a) develop my sense of humor *a lot* (that’s good!) b) become cautiously disenchanted (that’s not-so-good) because a girl can only be let down by a couple of Jean-Paul Belmondo’s before she’s like “enh forget this I’m not believing anyone”.
anywayz. this post brought to you by my love life/the french new wave. carry on.
(Source: prettyy, via milvertons)
