meme; graniph.
b. Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain; Yann Tiersen.
This morning before I woke up, I dreamt of you. (and strangely, with a pair of big black plastic specs)
In school, we droned on homework, made fun of films and Chandler. Ogled at Des Wee, doodled on notebooks, stayed up late and wondered about the future.
deus.èx.machina,
magicI miss you, thank you.
Raymond Dufayel:Go to the bedroom, Miss Poulain.
So, my little Amélie,
You don't have bones of glass.
You can take life's knocks.
If you let this opportunity slip away, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my bones. So, go get him, for Pete's sake!
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