Kevad :D

Täna on väljas super ilus kevadine ilm. Nii hea soe ikka, päike hakkab ka nii hästi peale. Käisin vennaga ennem õues. Tegime pilte kah :D lisan siia ka mõned:

Nii nunnu on ta ikka mul :D siuke armas pisike mops. Tahtsin vahepeal neete teha endale ehk siis huule ja kulmu needid, aga emps oli nõus ainult kulmu neediga. Minema kolin siis teen huuleneedid kah. Jummala hea ikka. Siis ta ei saa enam mind keelata. Teen mis tahan. Lisan siia ka need pildid: 

Eriti meeldib mulle see huuleneet. Isver kuidas tahaks neid juba, ei jõua enam ära ootatagi. Ma küll ei tea milline ma nendega välja näen aga mul pohh. Ennem teada ei saa kui järgi ei proovi. 

Lähen suveks blondiks ära, sest mul pidid juukse juured juba blondi värvi olema. Ei tea aind kuidas see võimalik on, aga nagu tead siis on. Saatsin ka Eesti tippmodelli ankeedi ära. Nüüd tuleb kõht trimmi ajada ja kästingult edasi saada. Kui saan siis eesmärk on olla kauem saates kui Kristina Trees. Mõelda vaid tegi mingi tühise soengu pärast siukse draama majanduse seal, ei tea mis tal endal häbi ei ole või. Mul küll oleks. 

Käisin üks päev väljas pilte tegemas ning ühe lemmiku panen ka siia üless. See tuli lihtsalt super äge ja loodan et ka teile mu kallid lugejad meeldib: 

Suudan ka fotogeeniline olla vahepeal, kui tuju tuleb. Sell päeval oli väljas ikka kuradima külm. Pildistamise ajal tõmbasin tressipükste sääred üless ja nii kui läbi sai siis automaatselt alla kah. Ma ei saa aru miks ilmad nii jahedad peavad olema õhtuti võiks sama soojad olla nagu päevalgi. 

Appi pole ammu nii pikka teksti kirjutand siia ja veel vähem pilte lisand. Viimasel ajal on olnud laulusõnad ja sellised asjad. 

Sain Hispaanjast ühe eestlasega tuttavaks, kelle nimi on Viktor. Imelik nimi veits, aga tegelt ta jummala lahe tegelane, siuke omamoodi killu vend. Ma ei oskagi teda eriti kirjeldada siin, sest ma olen taga ainult paar päeva suhtlend. 

Selleks korraks siis jälle kõik: 

adioss sõbrad ja soberid!!! :)

MikelWJ - Please Don't Cut

Dear friend, lover ex or whatever.
I'm writing you to let you know I hope you feel better.
I know that things are hard, the stress is so much.
And when you reach out, all there are is uppercuts.
And they are the cause for the ones on your wrist. the reason why you cry, make a ball of your fists.
I understand that you have a lie you go through.
The fact that they yell and your brother would hit you.
And no one gets you, the plastered on fake smile.
The real one has been gone now for quite a while.
So your arms bleed, but the blood tells you you're living.
It takes a way the numb feeling these people were giving.
That razor blade has become your closest companion.
It relieves all the pain you want to abandon.
Your arms are scared so you think you're unlovable.
But honestly I just want you to feel comfortable.


So please don't cut, please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved, so please don't cut.
Right now I see thaht you're stuck in a rut.
But please don't cut, please don't cut.
And if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck.
I'm just a call away when things get rough.
The fact of the matter is I know you're enough.
So please don't cut, please don't cut.
Put the blade down, it really isn't worth it.
No good will come from a slit up and bruised wrist.
And you're cover it, long sleeves so they won't see.
But you can't hide all the hurt and pain from me.
You say you're miserable and there are times you want to die.
But then you pull out a razor and cut while you cry.
It makes you feel human, and like you are still alive.
But don't you understand that the feeling is all a lie.
You put your self in danger when you're slicing up your skin.
You're only letting self-hate find it's way in.
I promise you'll get better, but just meet me halfway.
And please throw the razor and pins all away.
I swear that you'll make it, there's no dubt in my mind.
And if you look around, I know it's what you find.
You're gonna feel better once this door has been shut.
Please make me a promise that tonight you won't cut.