Hi. I'm just a girl, who's life constists of nothing and many things.
I enjoy to write, paint, sew, and other fun things.
I wanna be a dancer because I love to dance, I'm just not the best at doing anything other than dirty dance.
I like to sing. I love opera but I'm afraid that I just sound like shit.
I love to smoke pot. I probably say this too much but I don't really do much else...
I love to change my hair. I'm constantly thinking of cool hairstyles I just don't do them.
I love to hangout with people. Whatever , it is.
I guess you could say I'm bisexual... Although I'm still a virgin but hey... Girls are much sexier than guys.
I wear sunglasses at night, sometimes.
I like girls... Not bull dykes. Hahahhahahaja I don't wanna rant about this here
I love nature. Just the thought of it is awesome
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
When I think of you, my heart still flutters
Everyday I wish I knew what to say, or how to behave
I wish I was perfect,
for you.
But I can't think past the last cloud of smoke,
of the last cigarette I've had
see I've been thinking of you,
can't think of senarios, good or bad
I just felt I should say this
but today you look so pretty,
like a model too picturesque for a picture
for a lens could not capture such beauty
although the photograph looks so lovely.
I dreamt a dream,
our fingers intertwined once more
our fingertips brushed
as our lips touched,
as if someone struck a match,
I felt fire
something strange but it all makes sense to me now.
My heart awakens at the sound of your voice,
I'm left breathless again
I couldn't do so much as ask,
would you be mine?
I mustn't,
you wouldn't,
how can this be,
how someone can fall for someone like me?
I love you, to the girl I've been dying to love
oh how I want to be the one you think of.
Everyday I wish I knew what to say, or how to behave
I wish I was perfect,
for you.
But I can't think past the last cloud of smoke,
of the last cigarette I've had
see I've been thinking of you,
can't think of senarios, good or bad
I just felt I should say this
but today you look so pretty,
like a model too picturesque for a picture
for a lens could not capture such beauty
although the photograph looks so lovely.
I dreamt a dream,
our fingers intertwined once more
our fingertips brushed
as our lips touched,
as if someone struck a match,
I felt fire
something strange but it all makes sense to me now.
My heart awakens at the sound of your voice,
I'm left breathless again
I couldn't do so much as ask,
would you be mine?
I mustn't,
you wouldn't,
how can this be,
how someone can fall for someone like me?
I love you, to the girl I've been dying to love
oh how I want to be the one you think of.
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