the way it was (ou l'art d'avoir chaque jour plus fringuante allure)

what if the futur was not as bad as forseen?
what if it was possible to be happier year after year?
what if the childhood fears were just childhood fears?
what if it was possible no to be like our parents?



Us quote of the day:
"And when it felt like ending
Then finally we got there
When she knew I was kidding
She swallowed me in a breath"