JulianeVerdier

I love the smell of a fresh tattoo and the cold feel of metal against my skin. I get a kick out of empty night trams in Warsaw, when I can put my feet up on the seat and listen to techno. I love that intense eye contact when the person I’m talking to starts to get nervous. I enjoy the simple taste of ice-cold cola from a glass bottle, rainstorms that leave the air smelling of wet asphalt, and the

Slow people and those who can’t stand up for themselves drive me crazy. I can’t stand the smell of cheap perfume and when people come at me with unsolicited advice. “Goody-two-shoes” boys with their boring flowers and predictable pick-up lines annoy me. I can’t stand lines at Bedronka, wet socks, and when someone tries to dominate where I’m the queen.