Suri is ridiculously good looking. I love babies.

Rufus Wainwright and The Smiths are basically the only two thing i can listen to in early september, or more like the first week of school. They both agree that life is both extremly boring and too fucking violent for the human heart. It takes the whole life of me to wake up and get out of my house and then i breathe and breathe and breathe and eventually it slows down till it feels so heavy in my brain that i just want to lay on the ground and be buried with a million of blankets.

Its ok, im ok. Life is ok. Im just overwhelmed *spelling?- im french* by everything alive. Too much happiness, conversations, questions, proofs to make, to show that im walking straight, that im productive, that being here is a wonderfull opportunity to make contacts with important people...that i have goals...that im moving forward.

Life is tragic. Why can't we just openly talk about it? Why are people so positive, why do we always try to fix problems- when we can't even talk about our problems. I mean im not being overdramatic here, i love so many things in this life that theres no way i could leave it behind and just die. Theres little moment of thousand lights that are worth gallon of tears and shitty feelings. Rainbows, cats, chocolate, music, pictures moving aka movies, David Bowie, Fiona Apple, sunglasses, coffe, holding hands and cuddlings and shivers and everything i can think about.

Cela fatigue tellement.