shit being back and shit is still moving too fucking fast.
life, SLOW DOWN.
Chronicles of my travels in Bordeaux/ France/ Europe.
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QUOI DE BEAU BORDEAUX? QDB BDX?
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+ Just Blog Shit
+ Project Orange
QUOI DE BEAU BORDEAUX? QDB BDX?
i sunk my hands into bordeaux’s sand
and my hands fell in, my fingertips extended
roots like veins beating, grown gradually and grappled on—
with single seconds spelling savoury youth.
leaving here is deveining, derooting, denumbing.
Pull off the layers and strip it all off again,
breathe in, shoot out.
keep going.
when you get words of love and encouragement from back home and you’re sitting, smiling/beaming/crying/laughing at a screen irrationally…..FASDGAFDGAFVAFH!!!!!
I was on my way to MacDo to connect to wifi, when I ran into some peeps tented out in front of Cathedrale St-Andre. So I stopped and chilled at their cardboard fort of wifi. NBD. Afterwards I went to Cecilia’s to try and look at classes.
I swear things are always better when I don’t make plans for shit. I just end up finding so much more adventure that way. Fuck plans, up yours Murphy’s law.
