WINTER WONDERLAND
May 2013
Omgaaawd tomorrow is my first exam and am scared as fuck.. because it is spanish and I suckkk in spanish. But everything will be allright cause I got an angel that will whisper me the answers… JK JK JK :)
Dear past me
Ohh boy.. here we go
Dear past me, I don’t miss you. But I do want to thank you for being so strong even tho you were bullied by your own “friends”. *thinking for an hour what to write else*. Back in those days you were punished by an ugly scar.. that will be with you for a long time if you didn’t accepted it. But you learned to live with it and finally you thought it was very “pretty” and said that it was a part of your body after that you heard that you could remove it at the age of 18. 4 years ago you met the best people that really changed your life and made you the person you are right now. You have the coolest friends you wished for. Remember the day you fell in love for the first time. Remember that feeling that felt like you were flying with the birds above the clouds. It was amazing, untill he broke your heart. You were like a human without humanity, without emotions. But your friends made you laugh that day and you remembered what awesome friends you had and still have. Am proud of you for going through horrible situations that pulled you more and more down. But luckily you came out unbreakable.. now that I think about you, I do miss you.
Love xxx
Your stronger version
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],
Am officially dead. Bleehhh zombiess.
April 2013
“There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”
—Vincent van Gogh (via an-artful-life)
I thought I was walking to the door, but instead of that I was walking to the window.. the door was right next to it. Omgaawd I feel like such a dork.
“One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”
—John Green (via migeru)
