While driving to Strasbourg yesterday, we passed along this gas station in the middle of nowhere surrounded with the prettiest cherry blossoms (and not so pretty prostitutes, OOPS). I had a mini heart attack though when my camera said that it didn´t have a memory card in it. I looked (there was indeed a card inside), blew and shook the thing and nothing happened. I thought it was broken (4 long years i´ve had this baby) but then my knight in his not- so shining armour repaired it in a matter of minutes. While i have nothing against a canon 5d mark ii, i just can´t afford that now. So thanks babe for saving my ass once again.

Ph. via net a porter.

my little boy is growing up so fast. such a scary thought that someday he´s gonna be moving out and wouldn´t want me to kiss him in public anymore :(

xx

Who even believes in the word impossible?