Everyone knows that life is too short to waste it for imaginary things and dreams even if they can give you everything, almost everything.
From the other side what would life be without them? What could make the given life amazing, when life itself is not amazing at all?
But is it good to be a self-liar? The happiest self-liar in the whole world? What if one day, these dreams will come true? But what if they won't?
In every single moment you can choose your own way to the place where everything seems to be nicer. Even these wretched artichokes.
I used to walk through those alleys, eating a lot of chocolates, telling jokes and thinking about the future. I like to think a lot, almost as much as i like smoking cigarettes and drinking vanilla tea. Vanilla tea tastes the best with engrossing conversations and friends. But only with these honest and true ones.
pants and bag: Zara
ring: Bird on the wire