Growing up means understanding that no one understands the concept of the price per kilo, that smoked salmon really costs a ball and that you always end up going to the races a second time in the week because you forgot something. What a shitty life. Fortunately, Instagram.com/journaldebored/?hl=fr” rel=”noopener” target=”_blank”>@journaldebored is there to remind us that we are all together in this unwanted and always somewhat premature ageing. Where did my fucking 18 go, give it back to me, to the voleeeeeur.
