December 2009
36 posts
...I'm running out of ideas for titles.
fuckyeahsurveys:
Who is the cutest person you have talked to today? haven’t talked to no one Is the person you last texted single? no :3 How often do you straighten your hair? only when i go to the hairdresser Would you ever go on a game show if you were offered? whatever What does your phone do when it receives a new text? it’s blocked Who is the next person you will kiss? lara :3...
Tres.
fuckyeahsurveys:
What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? Champagne
What was your FIRST job? er… no jobs yet :’D
What was your FIRST car? no cars yet…
Who was the FIRST person to text you today? lara (:
Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning? ksdsdiok, lara :3~
Who was your FIRST grade teacher? Jane
Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane? Curitiba i...
Dos.
fuckyeahsurveys:
Could you see yourself dropping out of high school? no Do you want kids when your older and married? yes Ever read an entire book in one day? yes yes Do you have any summer plans yet? be with lara Do you tend to waste a lot of money? not really Have you ever slept in the same bed with anyone on your top friends? yes What will you be doing in the next 2 hours? no idea, but...
Uno.
fuckyeahsurveys:
What exactly are you wearing now? pyjamas Who is the last person you held hands with? lara ♥ Do you think someone has feelings for you? i’m sure Have you ever liked someone older then you? yeah Is the person you have feelings for at least a bit cute? a lot :3 Did you kiss or hug anyone in the last 48 hours? yes x3 Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from...
the living old man fairytale
the old man got up he walked down to the living room he sat on his armchair he took a cup of café the old man got up he walked up to his bedroom he laid on his bed he took a glass of water the old man picked his glasses and started recalling his memories he remembered so much that he fell asleep two to five, the old man dies because he is old and that’s what good and decent old men do he...
ever-time i hear the leaves resounding within the moves of the wind i think of you.
sensitive attempt on the first line
covered with snow she closes her eye-lids walks closer with cold-breath to the dimmed mirror of hers she know her eyes can’t lie but she persists in crying on the inside because the outside, it’s no longer of hers and she wails for the one she lost she looks and attempts to feel yet she knows and she misses itself. nevertheless her living proof she knows she’s gone because...
