la vie, mon coeur

(i wrote the french all myself, no google lol, i'm not that good but i watch french shows and news so je sais un peu : a little)

(toute est dans italics, desole si tu n'aimer)

(mdrr.. le intro est tres long)

mornings

waking up to the sound of  a quiet city

bicycles riding past

the smell of apricot trees and sunlight pour in

along with the smell of fresh bread from the bakery next door

people yell goodbye to each other as they part ways

evenings

friday evenings

the sun is setting 

it's the colour rose and sunflower,

the sky

the couple upstairs is playing a song 

on the piano

the notes trinkle down along with their laughter

the book on the window ledge is open,

and as a breeze blows the pages flutter

sundays

bells chime

the shoes of children in the street can be heard

in the evenings, some gather in the old, beautiful church

to bask in the glory and love of the Lord

leaving with full hearts and clear consciences

thursdays

it rains gently 

the drops gently tapping on the window

a group of teenagers can be heard out

jumping puddles and laughing

after a while they go in

and the only thing that can be heard is the 

gentle tapping of raindrops

afternoons

wednesday afternoons

taking a break

to see the shops

settle for dinner at a parisian restaurant

a band lightly plays in the background

as everyone engages in conversation

the sound of cutlery and laughter can be heard

ambience.

midnights

lying awake on pale coloured sheets

listening to an old lady next door

hum a nursery rhyme

as she feeds her cats

the whole world is quiet

a breeze ruffles the leaves of the tree outside

summers

splashing in the ocean

tan lines

road trips

sleeping on beaches

drinking the sun in

springs

running through a field of flowers

chasing after butterflies

sleeping in the grass

skating down the sidewalks

picking sunflowers from the cracks

flowers entangled in their hair

i recommend u listen to some indie music whiles listening to make u happy or some lofi

here are some artists

boy pablo 

phum viphurit 

YMA X GAB

dayglow

skinshape

alvvays

mac demarco

rex orange country

wallows

(just thinking of how if girls from my school found my wattpad, how they'd think it's so stupid and make fun of my stories. oh well. i hope they never do because i am ultimately tired)

(im done. pls don't comment on the book. i don't like comments. sorry. i hope you're doing great , whoever. this is my ideal view of life. you don't need a whole band of people to be happy. just stuff around ig)