Every skipped meal is worth this feeling, I promise you.

The Skin I'm In.

This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I'd rather not hear like "I'm tired" or "I'm fine" or "We need to talk."


This is my skin and it's thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it.

(www.pleasefindthis.blogspot.com)

Sorry

I don't feel like posting because I'm having way too much fun in real life hihi.

Love

With these things there’s no telling,
we just have to wait and see.
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck,
than waiting to win the lottery.
Besides maybe this time is different,
I mean I really think you like me

Two Thousand and Eleven

A new year, so why write about last year? This post will contain some things about my first days in 2011 ;D.

My first thought: ex-boyfriend
My first new years hug: mommy
My first new years kiss: a french boy whose name i don't really know. Nikola or something
My first received text from: yuval!
My first sent text to: for some reason.. jordy.. o_o
My first appetizer: pineapple dessert
My first beverage: champagne (ofcourse)
My first meal: spring rolls
My first kind of tea: wellness herbs with lemongrass and mint
My first kind of coffee: caramel cappuccino
My first tweet: gelukkig nieuwjaaaaar ;D eindelijk thuis, zorg ervoor dat 2011 beter is dan de kater waarmee je bent begonnen ;)
My first regret: getting drunk with 'nikola' in front of my parents
My first spark of mercy: they forgot it

À bientôt<3

Why be unfaithful to her when she was true to you?

— Tupac Shakur

Rose Gardens

The memory may not change in form, but years of underlining give it a weight that can become tremendous. Each of the many many times you are called to remember the cold of abandonment, the bars, and the loneliness, this experience says deep inside you, 'You see? That's the way life is, after all.'