Clouds Shaped like Des Lapins

A mix of cinnamon, bitter coffee, cane sugar, homemade pancakes, lemon meringue, mont blanc, vintage dresses, candytuft, Lanvin, Chanel, Lewis Carroll, Hermes, rainy days, singing birds. fluffy bunny tails, Gears of War, Pokemon, purple yams, and stir in a llama whistle you get this blog. Oh, and I'm Yves. We're drinking sweet tea under a lemon tree. Now that you know me, you should follow me, or you could get to know me, Ask a question, cause I know you want to. Looking for something?

Chances are.

We’re constantly told “Don’t talk to strangers”, but I actually like talking to people I don’t know because chances are they have something to say. Something I can learn. Nowadays we work around paranoia; thinking that anybody could be dangerous or a waste of time, but if you aren’t willing to go up and talk to someone than how would you know. Many people say that there is a chance that this person could be a serial killer, but chances are they aren’t. We’re building up boarders and zones of familiarity that cage us in from new ideas and opportunities. So what I’m getting at is that every person has a voice and probably has something to be said, so if you feel like it just hit me up and I will reply because I’m interested in what people have to say. xoxo Yves

BCBG Max Azria | Fall 2001 | Delfine Bafort 
I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth. xoxo Yves