July 2012
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I'm not tumblr famous.
I never wake up or go sleep to people sending me goodnight and goodmornings in my messages. Every note I get on my blogs gets me excited. Every note I get on my pictures makes me feel like people notice me. Every follower I get means a lot, every follow I lose is depressing. Every ask I get, I always answer back. That’s why I cherish it.
Who ever thought that using a hot glue gun to pour some hot glue on your knee was a good idea?
Not me…
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So apparently I look like a guy (according to a few kids in the park) in a Alice Cooper shirt (which I agree is a little to big for me but you can still see my boobs in, and I won’t lie, I have kinda big boobs), mini jean shorts and pink Hello Kitty Vans. Oh I know what was missing from you seeing I was a girl, a fucking bow! I didn’t have a damn now in my hear, that totally explains!...
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In mah bed, in my boyfriend shirt, smelling like him, after spending the evening cuddling with him. And you know what, I’m happy! Truly and really, happy :)
Poem of the Day
Un chevalier ardent
Sur son cheval en argent
C’est porté à mon secour
Alors que j’étais perdu dans les détours.
Il m’a fait oublier mes malheurs
Avec une tel douceur
Et un tel acharnement
Comme personne au par avant.
Depuis,
Jour et nuit
Nous chevauchons ensemble
À faire ce que bon nous sembles
À abbatre un par un
Les monstres impitoyables
Sur la route de la vie
Ou...
11h23 - No sleep coming (as I realize that the shirt I want to sleep in, who happens to be the boyfriends shirt, does smell like him but like Mp house as well, making an odd mix of smells that should not mix, not helping at all)
12h01 - Still no sleep. Thinking too much. Shirt still smells odd. Would like a kiss and a hug, but will have to patient till tomorrow night. Is watching How I Met Your...
