Day Seventeen.

Sorry for not posting anything in a few days, but I've been quite busy.
My history coursework took longer than I thought it was going to take, and I had to spend two afternoons doing it, plus I've had some literature exams.

I've fallen in love with a song. Yes. Totally in love. Whenever I hear it, my heart skips a beat, and the more I listen to it, the more I adore it.
Mayday Parade brought me a new obsession <3


I've been taking care of some kids today ^^ They're too cute. Three to six year olds are amazing but from then on, they become assholes. Mothers of the world, if you have kids under seven, kill them before it's too late. When they learn the first thing about sex they become perverts and end up touching girls' arses. Seriously. A simple word -fuck, or boob, or whatever- is enough to drive them crazy and get them to touch girls' arses.


If I was Katie from Mayday Parade's Miserable at best, I would forgive -or whatever- the guy, run towards him at the speed of light and hug him until the end.

-This will be the first time in a week that i talk to you and I can't speak
it's been three hole days since i have slept 'cuz I dream on his lips on your cheek
I got the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that make me fly-


Flash Thirteen

-Feeling stressed and desperated, the boy ran all over the street. The rain began to pour on him as he started sobbing. He tried to run faster.
When he reached the end of the srteet, his father's car was far enough to be hardly distinguished from the forest's limit.
Too tired to keep running, the boy sat on the road, head between his knees, knowing that He was not going to see his dad ever again.-