Summer!

Finally! Summer's here. 

Summer's the perfect time for getting away and discovering new places. It's the moment in which you get lost between the waves.... Shhhhiiiooouuuuu Shhhhhiiiiiuuuuuooo Roorrrwrrwww Splash Splash (yeah, that's supposed to be the sound of waves).

It's the perfect time for taking a deep sip of water (maybe even a swim?) and hiding feet in the soft sand.

It's the perfect time for kissing after having taken that sip, that swim or having walked under the warm rain. Well, what am I saying? It's simply the perfect time for kissing. But... what am I saying? All times are good for kissing! But you know what I mean, don't you? (:

Summer's also the perfect time for eating an ice cream or receiving lovely flowers or receiving an ice cream and eating lovely flowers... No, I'm sorry to say it but... It's not the perfect time for eating a hand (except if it's made of flowers or ice cream!).

Anyways, let's just say that....

has begun!


P.S.: Maybe it'll begin officially the 21st but Summer should be whenever you want it to be. Don't you agree?

Aaaand our head just exploded.

Yes, this means exams. But like huge ones. Sorry for not having updated in such a long while :( But, you see, right now, are minds are pretty much like this: 

It would feel lovely to do this right now. 

And, probably, this is what we look like right now:

Because, oh yes, we are so longing for summer...

So yeah...that's us right now. Scary huh? 

Anyways, this is really us, in a wonderful (but rainy) spring day: 

 The seventh and last pics are ours :) All others unknown! 

Demain dès l'aube...

Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,

Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.

J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.

Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,

Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,

Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,

Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,

Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,

Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe

Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

Victor Hugo.

Ophelia, Sir John Everett Millais.

Love love love

Spread the love people! We love you :) 

Oh look! John Lennon just kissed your screen!

We love you yeah, yeah, yeah... 

Pretty Pastels

Credits to: 5 inch and up, Unknown for the rest! 

Jewels for spring!

Credits to: Unknown, Unknown, Hoss Intropia, Hoss Intropia & Honestly WTF!

See Through!

Would you dare? ;) 

With bras...or not!

Credits to: all Unknown except the last one: The Sartorialist.