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IndelibleOn the road we sang Jean-Jacques Goldman. We sang about love. We sang about dark grey and light grey. We sang about the lure of communism and anarchy and the dream of flying away from responsibilities. We sang about Jewish children in the war. We sang about a woman who leaves breadcrumbs on her balcony for the pigeons, who lives her life vicariously, though we had no idea what vicariously meant. We sang, improbably, about women having babies without men. We sang about the indelible footprints that people leave on our lives when they go.
We sang though we should have been sleeping. At 4 a.m. we had been up, the countdown over at last, school out for two glorious months, all the maths and the Latin and the Dutch lessons done until September, which was an eternity away, so far away that there was no point thinking about it, because it did not exist. At four thirty we had picked up our heavy duffle bags, tried again to squeeze our sleeping bags into their covers, failed, and told ourselves it didn’t matter, that we would just fold them up and sit on them all the way down to the South of France. And at five there we had been, in a pre-ordained car park on the outskirts of an ugly Belgian industrial city which we loved because it had come to symbolize tea towel fights and midnight snacks, whispered secrets and campfires. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
3 Ways Black Lipstick Enhances My Dating LifeBlack lipstick has made my life more beautiful in many ways. That includes my love life. Because if you have a problem with me wearing black lipstick, then you’ll probably have tons of other problems with me. If you love me, then you understand that my appearance is more than just a projection. It’s an expression of the person I am and some of the things I love most about existing.
Sure, I have plenty of loved ones who don’t like me wearing black lipstick. But here’s the thing: I don’t date those people. Nope. |
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