My bodi is like a map. It holds mani scars. Each one stands as a monument of war. A reminder of a small… more »

I ran up the fifth floor again, breathing heavili. I was glad the coordinator forgot the keys in my car. It’s a wonder… more »

Bonjour (je viens de réaliser que je plonge toujours dans le cœur de mes articles sans jamais prendre le temps de vous dire bonjour

I just love how you’re always warm.
You’re the reason I wake up every morning!
Whether I’m at work, out with friends, in bed…