Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
"We’re like a little family!"
Primeira quase semana de bruxelas: jantares, let it go no piano, andar pela cidade de madrugada até ver o sol nascer, descobrir que todos os belgas que conheci são as pessoas mais simpáticas do mundo e 3 pessoas se espremendo em uma cama porque ninguém quer dormir sozinho ♥