what was the cheesiest thing youve ever done with a boy?
I drew and colored a rainbow with flowers and stuff on a plain sheet of paper and wrapped his belated birthday present with it. That’s me to the max on my cheesiness level bar. I felt so… disgustingly cheesy after that. It wasn’t really drawn for him though.. I just ran out of wrapping paper so I decided to decorate a sheet of printing paper with random drawings and colors to make it look “meaningful”.
do you know how to dance or sing? or do you only do this when you are alone?
I enjoy dancing at the super market to random music along with my sister or singing in the car. I usually sing when alone but lately, I really haven’t been giving a damn. I dance randomly wherever, whenever, however and sing to whatever, whenever, however. No matter what.
what about perfume or scents.. what kinds of scents do you wear or like?
I quite fancy vanilla scents and strawberry and kiwi scents as well. I like cinammon scents too. Perfumes? Well, I have a few that I like. Like some from Chanel, Moschino, Lacoste and D&G but I never buy them since they are quite expensive. I usually wear whatever fruity sprays but not often since I am allergic to some of them. I hate Lavender scents though. They make me sick.
“I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a messed up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours.”—Clementine (via spinning-arr0w)
“‘It’s the psyche!’ I said. I was excited. ‘See, the station wagon is your ego, sturdy and reliable, and the sedan is the super ego, because it’s how you want to present yourself, powerful and impressive, and the sports car is the id—it’s the id because it’s irresponsible and fast and danerous and maybe a little forbidden.’ I smiled at him. ‘It’s new, isn’t it? The sports car?’
This time he didn’t nod.”—Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted. (via annualreadinglist)
“Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn’t something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.”
“I had meant to cover my legs if anybody came in, but now I saw it was too late, so I let them stick out, just as they were, disgusting and ugly.
“That’s me,” I thought. “That’s what I am.”—Esther Greenwood in The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)