This is not a diary any more

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What are you afraid of?



He does the dishes, allowing me to sleep longer before we have to leave. He makes my bed neatly like a monk while I’m in the shower. He buys me things, saying it’s his pleasure.

I’m Half a Man

The Book says: a man is the spiritual, wise, guiding element. A woman is the earthly, materialist, grounded one. It is manifested in both our bodily functioning and our aspirations. You write like a man. Don’t you stop now Genius once told me, being the first one to take a glimpse at my literary attempts.

I Don’t Think About You Anymore But, I Don’t Think About You Anyless

Une Rencontre

To say I was a weird kid would be an understatement. With a foster-home haircut, I was often confused for a boy, too. When I saw my first film with Sophie Marceau, I realised a girl who didn’t smile could be beautiful nonetheless, so she sort of became a bit of a role model for a […]


locking the doors from the inside all i need is with me anyway you are with me as much as you are for me