… and these pictures sum up my week in Thailand perfectly. beach, cocktails and ridiculously beautiful sunsets. quite nauseating, I know. and nothing I should share while at least the northern hemisphere is approaching winter. I know that too. but you know what, it’s all I got. and there will be more. lots more. and words too. don’t you worry, Tessa. lots of words. ridiculously cheesy and possibly nauseating words. all pink and fluffy like the clouds in the pictures that will most definitely be accompanying said words. but I have to sort through my head first. keep the cynic living up there from committing suicide. and the hopeless romantic from annoying everyone else to death. I spent years, no, decades getting the voices in my head to coexist somewhat peacefully… no need to screw this up now over a ridiculously nice French guy, quite handsome too, who took me away to look at pink and fluffy stuff. quite nauseating. all of it. but what else to expect from the French but insane romance…
maybe it's just hiding somewhere. or gone on a trip to come home. but falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. it might appear out of the blue and just grab you. who knows — maybe even tomorrow. ― Haruki Murakami
to be continued!
[ps: all pictures taken by monsieur]