Joie de Vivre

travel. culture. style. neons & neutrals; the colors of my inspiration

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All of it supposed to be some sort of ironic comment on something, what I don’t know, I’m not even sure she does. I think the attempted message is one of extreme self awareness blended with ‘fuck the system’ all veiled with a thin gossamer of faux deprecation, whereas the overall effect is one of ‘I basically want to tell you how fantastic I am without appearing to even vaguely care that I am fantastic, because I am above appearing to care about anything, I have greater concepts to ponder.’

I’m most afraid of

the fact that I’ve never had my heart broken; I feel as if it’s an inevitable part of life. When will it come