I would like to live Frenchly.

Lately, I've been in a repressive, nostalgic mood, I think due largely to the heat and the guit of ending thing with my very loving boyfriend. I have wanted nothing more than sleeping in till noon, lots of reading and drawing, sulking, and pretty, charming things. Despite the sulking, I have been appreciating other aspects of life a lot more, such as pictures of gorgeous food, light dresses, well put together rooms, and depictions of romance, even though mine romance life is lack (self inflicted).
This is a bit what my head has been looking like the past week or two.












All I need is some french onion soup and a rainy day.
I'd even be fine with one, or the other.