Sometimes I wish I was like Mariella,
she got some pritt stick and glued her lips together.
So she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak.
People used to say shes as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn’t make a peep.
She marched to her wardrobe and threw away the colour, because wearing black looks mysterious, but it didn’t impress her mother.
She wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowers, but Mariella just crossed her arms and so she cried for hours.
I haven’t listened to this song in ages.
kitty-buttz said: so much hate for you right now.
A - AVAILABLE: more available than ever :B
B- BIRTHDAY: june 25th
C - CRUSHING ON: anyone who’s pretty (:
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: milk. milk’s good, it is
E - EASIEST PERSON (PEOPLE) TO TALK TO: Zazie. she always knows what I mean, you know what I mean?
F - FAVORITE SONG: This changes by the minute. All time: Roulette - System of a Down. Right now, Sweet Shop - Doctor P.
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Worms. I tend to swallow the bears whole and it always feels worse than I expected it to.
H- HOMETOWN: Uh. I live in Uithoorn, but I like to think of Amsterdam as home.
I - IN LOVE WITH: myself xxx
J - JUGGLE: all my different girl/boyfriends, duh
K - KILLED SOMEONE: i’m nice. i wouldn’t.
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: to croatia. shit.
M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: strawberry.
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1.
O - ONE WISH: infinite wishes. eheheheheehhe. infinite money would be nice as well.
P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Car.
R- REASON TO SMILE: pretending to be happy.
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Ready or not - Fugees
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 7.50 am. Too late.
U - UNDERWEAR COLOR: Grey. With shoes on it. It’s like, the ultimate shoe fetishist underwear. Gosh.
V - VEGETABLE(S): yes please.
W - WORST HABIT: tending to lose interest as soon as I’ve actually *got* someone.
X - X-RAYS: Wish I had a pair of dem glasses. Not for seeing bones though, but you get what I mean right.
Y - YOU LIKE TO PARTY? I think so, I always forget what it’s like.
Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer. Heh.
When people bring up intelligence in an argument for God.
Look at your life.
Look at your choices.
Intelligence and God have nothing to do with each other.
It’s like peanut butter and bicycles.
China plate and a space heater.
Snow and toilet paper.
You have no idea how hard I am trying to think of connections between those three examples.
I think wrists are attractive. I know everybody has them, but WRISTS TURN ME ON.
Wrists with tattoo’s. The way you can see your veins on your wrists. Hnngg.
my wrist is a pisexual