fuck me fuck me
My sister’s so cool.
I am jaded already. I saw so many celebrities this week (and the fun isn’t over yet) but I am too overwhelmed to express the usual excitement one would imagine from a person who has seen Kim K get ignored, looked Kristen Dunst in the eye, and detected Alec Baldwin’s shaving cuts
I suck
Anonymous asked: If you need lovin' I'll fuck you for sure when you're stateside.
God. Please?
(Source: freecocaine)
Vicky plucked my eyebrows so I look slightly less boyish now~
I will have skin cancer in a few days if I don’t have it already.
Paul McCartney is the voice in my head.
(Source: islandsonthehorizon)
Heavy
I know not to be so dramatic and reflective, but it has been so long since I felt that a boy loved me. Or at least loved my skin. You know those gentle cheek kisses when a boy is toppled
over a girl and the faint smiles or deep nasal sighs or the arm-tracing fingers. It’s ok for now, but in the unorthodox and unexpected future when I am not abroad, or rather once again reverse-abroad, I think I may just need to comprehend that lust and amour once again. Be it after a bottle of wine and rosy cheeks and overly eager stripping. Be it during the self-imposed soundtracks and dirty sheets and eyes tracing movements. Be it followed by disoriented spooning and wishfully whispered questions and endless tosses and turns. No matter these details, I hope it comes about again.
ok weed no, actually hookah
since I don’t use this blog as much anymore, I’m afraid you guys have lost interest.
But that should not be the case.
take tonight, for example.
No, don’t take tonight. I mean, it’s similar if not more exciting than most nights I spend in Cannes lately. No, don”t get a huge head about going to school in Missouri: I have actually had a absolutely wonderful time lately. I went to a gorgeous museum called the Musee Chegall yesterday, in Nice. Afterwards, our art teacher also decided to link us along to the monastery. It was in possession of one of the most gorgeous rose gardens I have ever encountered.
But today I went to Grasse. It’s another small town, inland of Cannes. We made our own fragrances, and also visited a perfumery factory. It was honestly grand, you would have thoroughly enjoyed it. I had a Nutella crepe and had to skip dinner when I got home cause it was too filling. After that, we made up a really efficient drinking game for Billy Madison. We chose really random flavors for our beers. One tall-boy was Tequila flavored. And then we spent tons of time semi-drinking and walking to the Hookah bar on the beach, so I am content. Although I just ate some saltines and peanut butter. But honestly, that can’t be too bad.
Anyway, in conclusion, I had a great day and a great week. the next month as well will be great and great. But in a month when I fly home, I will actually be very excited to shop at Sam’s and eat their pizza. I also can’t wait to work out the American way, try to starve myself during the summertime, and watch many special sitcoms. I love you and good night
Disclaimer: I was drunk when I wrote this! I don’t know what “don’t get a huge head about going to school in Missouri” really means but I miss Como and think you guys should have ginormous heads. I’M DEHYDRATED AND FEEL LIKE I SMOKED 765 CIGARETTES. WHERE IS BRUNCH WHEN YOU NEED IT.
