there's something really comforting about rewatching old french films from the 60s in a tiny dorm room at 2am. feels like im visiting a version of myself i barely remember. makes me wanna call my mom but it's too late and i'd probably just cry
there's something really comforting about rewatching old french films from the 60s in a tiny dorm room at 2am. feels like im visiting a version of myself i barely remember. makes me wanna call my mom but it's too late and i'd probably just cry