My sister and Porthos
I love to hear your voice. I love how it sounds. I still want to call you, even though we had nothing to talk about.
I love it when you tell me those 90’s corny jokes. It’s so cute. But when other person tells that to me, I feel like I want to bust out their face.
I love it when you sing those boy-band songs. As if you really mean those lyrics.
I love it when you’re being jerky to sing Billy Ray & Miley Cyrus’ songs, and trying to imitate their voice and moves.
I love it when you’re being just yourself and don’t care if you can turn me off. Who doesn’t need to act like cool, and to talk like cool and to say cool things.
I don’t know why but, you’re so cute. So cute. So cute. And so cute.
I love it when you’re beside me, and want to hold my hand and thinking if I’ll allow it.
I love it when you’re looking in my eyes, as if you want to kiss me, but you’re thinking if I will be mad.
I love everything about you, and I don’t even care what’s got into you. I don’t care about your past your weakness, your angst problem. And it was irrational. I don’t care about anything and anyone.
Perhaps people think that I’m so stupid, insane and out of my mind. But I don’t care about them. I don’t care what they’re saying.
I’ve posted this more than two years ago, and deleted it, and post it here again. I think I’m still not over you. And it will never be fair.
Weekly Inspiration #1
Victorian Bracelet ,São Paulo street art, Dara WargaNegara, Juno, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Doc Martens, Diana Agron, Curls, Redhead, Cats.
its full of stars