It’s too hot *opens window* in comes 20 flys, 8 spiders, 17 daddy long legs, 50 moths, 3 dragons and 12 Jehovah’s witnesses.
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I am hopeless in mathematics. I keep things that I don’t need. I wish I could speak more languages. I love iced drinks. I dance only when the music is good and loud. I sing off-tune most of the time. I think I should draw more often. I really like envelopes. I need a space of my own. I should be doing my homework. I can never walk in high heels properly. I like to take naps. I make nothing but aglio olio and kimbab. I always have my notebook and camera with me.
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Cute is when you peek up at me with that goofy half-smile, glance over my shoulder, and after a fraction of a second to return to lock my gaze, and your lips stretch into a deeper crescent. Sexy is when you stride up to me, your long legs drumming that perfect background beat, words forming on your lips with a disruptive type of relevance, and your half-cocked eyebrow inclining in my direction. Hot is when your hair is still halfway damp from your early-morning shower, and the strands adhere themselves to the tip of your neck, and as you raise your backpack, the muscles in your arms glide beneath your skin before you turn to face me. Stunning is when you position yourself next to me in a casually deliberate pose, and then follows me out the back door, with your loping gait aligning with your laughter at my “silly” antics. Gorgeous is when you look down, nodding empathetically, searching for the most accurate portrayal of your feelings, as you move your hands towards mine. Sensational is when you say my name and your deep tone reverberates through my bone marrow, starts shivers down my spine. There’s not a word in the English language that isn’t tinted with you. There is no vowel that doesn’t carry the image of your face.
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Me in 2015: an ethereal beauty. floats above the earth avoiding all problems and tribulations. wears a faux fur coat and lingerie every day and only eats fruit hand fed to me by my suitors. probably is dubbed a saint
Rant number 4
PETA
I am a member of PETA. I support them when they go after KFC and the other fast food places. I support them for not wearing fur but the throwing red paint is extreme. Since I’m not a full vegetarian I don’t support their “fish are friends not food”. I’m a pescetarian.
- Me: Can I be a model can I pose for Alexander Wang and Fendi and Chanel and Gucci can I be in a perfume campaign can I sing Lana's songs in dark bars can I live in a city apartment can I fill my city apartment with vintage couches and pot plants can I dye my hair dark orange can I buy more fake fur can I kiss somebody who is double my age
- Life: No go to school you idiot
me sexting
- boy: what u wearin? ;)
- me: Prada spring/summer 2013 fur coat with daisy appliqué and archive Margiela tabi boots
animals with different colored feet than the rest of their fur so it looks like they’re wearin lil socks are the reason the sun shines