there's something about rewatching old french films at 2am that feels like i'm homesick for a city i left years ago... maybe i just miss the way my mom used to make coffee in the morning. bittersweet in the best way.
there's something about rewatching old french films at 2am that feels like i'm homesick for a city i left years ago... maybe i just miss the way my mom used to make coffee in the morning. bittersweet in the best way.