#souuvenirs

[fort-no-more]

[TO: BruvBot9000]: yea exactly!!! he'll be all "oi u brat don't you dare start whining. there was traffik alright? blahblahblah honestly peter I am SOOO very busy! Can't move the world just bcause your impatient! blahlah god save the king! hmm yes quite" and i'll get to tell that posh prick that I already checked the traffic apps and there isn't any so he's full of it. The more I wait the more crushing the reveal will be on his bs persona. And the more he can reassert to himself that he does not, in fact, matter in the slightest to the man he dedicated his first decades to defending, who he dreamt about and cried out for through a decade of isolation. Not worth saving from the sea, and not worth picking up from the airport. [TO: BruvBot9000]: i'll get a pic of his stupid mug for u. not like i care. he could leave me here for days or weeks and i'd jsut rack up foodcourt charges on the card HE gave me. oo let me nab you a souuvenir from th giftshop! HIS treat! [TO: BruvBot9000]: plz don't do the password thing. it will un-high my highhorse. do u want a teacup wit corgis on it or a frigerator magnet in memorium of Liz that u can stick to myy back wen u get annoyed with me lol

[TO: BruvBot9000]: seriusly. hug papa for me plz

Ugh, he is not tearing up. He likes being in England just fine, thank you very much! And knowing that after this, he'll have to spend the next few months on Sealand. . . Well, he can't deny he's excited to be with his human family and take stock of which repairs are needed, but the hard part about being part of Berwald's family now is that it hurts to be away. He agreed long ago to split his time between both homes equally, but even if he knew it couldn't happen, he wished above all else that his father and brother could come live on Sealand with him. [TO: BruvBot9000]: it's nbd. it's probably nothing. he's probably not even actually mad about anythign and is jsut trying to mess with my head. I provoked them by -being happy with your family, probably. He doesn't type that. Ew. Like he can admit that without Vik tearing him to pieces or looking like a crybaby.

[TO: BruvBot9000]: by messing with his chair in the meeting hall. can't figure out how to prank me back, so the coward has to remind me how high adn mighty he is.

[TO: BruvBot9000]: there's nothing worth telling about realy. i'm whinging for whinging's sake and you've been chosen as the lucky Complaint Recepticle. congrats. i'll make you a trophy later.

[TO: BruvBot9000]: he was supposed to pick me up from the airport 2.5 hours ago. think he forgot. and he thinks IM stupid. pots and kettles ad all thhat.

[philoursmars]

Je reprends mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 52377 photos.

1999, Christine vient me voir chez mes parents à Marseille.

Ici, balade dans le campagne Pastré (à l’époque la Bastide était le Musée de la Faïence et des Arts Décoratifs - maintenant c’est le Palais Borély - et était encore ouverte)

Puis Harlem, pris en sac à dos par ma mère (ou comme un vieux poisson, par mon père !)

Enfin, une tarente.