Italy with them <3
Cirinna more than everything<3
Hélène i miss you (L'
Patate &² Tartelette aux amandes =3
N'amoureuse I miss you so much L'
Elise <3 Sist'ah i love you L'
Bestah I love you L'
Soeurettes one day , soeurettes for ever <3
Maxi-crapO I love you L'
All the texts are of me(except when I clarify) then don't touch !!
-" Le Vésuve , it is not the thing which pours . . ."
-" No It's the volcano en Italy ! "
-" Ah ..."
Nobody doubt , Cirinna is very bright in Geography :D
( This week without Her is going to be hard. She will be in class and me , in Italy. She is enormously going to miss me and then I will can't tell her my exploits =D And my bag which is going to carry it ? =P mdr I love you Cirinna )
It was so beautiful , so great... Wonderful memories with them. L I love they , I miss they <3 I missed Elise and Cirinna :'(
I like this verb ' resister '. Resist to what imprisons us, in the prejudices, in the judgments, in all which is bad in us and which asks only to express itself, at the need be pitied, at the need to speak about one to the detriment of the other one, in the unhealthy ambitions, Resist, and.. Smile
I am against the idiots who make me my pen after I closed my bag (but I am a part of it). I have already emptied the juice of the yoghourt and the whole yoghourt fell.. I eat the BN by beginning by opening it in two, I eat the chocolate then the biscuit. Girl, I looked at my age at the bottom of my glass. I pretend to write when a teacher wants to question a pupil. I prefer the black dragibus. Sometimes I look everywhere for an object while I have it in my hand. I'm fed up teacher who begin to dictate the homework when that rings. I feel my telephone vibrating but in fact not! I walk when I phone..I like drawing in the vapor on windows.. I like bursting the paper with bubbles. I can't prevent me to say that somebody thinks of me when it is 11:11 am, 12:12 am.. I try of step to tear the paper of the carambars while I know that the joke is silly. When I eat yoghourts I begin by faises or raspberries, and I was always finished with apricots-peaches. When I sing a song and when I do not know the words, I sing the end of the words. I already wondered who invented the words. I look at the hour, then a friend it wonder and I am incapable to answer