Paris, 1926. Montmartre with Dali and Hemingway. Late night bourbons talking about tuscany landscapes with cheap cigarettes.
Calling out my name in the summer rain, ciao amore. The song Salvatore by Lana del Rey makes me want to meet an Italian guy and get drunk for a whole summer.
To the charmingest woman, to the ones who struggle being too emotional and being too emotionless and to the mess of gorgeous chaos, don’t apologize for feeling something or a lot. Admire as much as you can, most people do not admire enough.