Not just “Hey, blah blah..” I thinks its cute.
It feels so good and my ass is warm. Literallly. Hahahah. Slight sagging involved. Mm.
Joanna: Hey Menji, is he left-handed?
Menji: He’s right handed. But actually, he’ll be anything you want him to be.
Me: OOOHHHH daang, I like that!
We asked him why and he said “I’m too young.”
I smiled.
I wouldn’t spill my guts on tumblr and say things on twitter out of emotion. I can’t entrust my feelings to be openly displayed right here. Sure, some general complaining and vague bits of emotion here and there. But it wouldn’t compare to everything I think of and feel. I don’t even like talking it out with people anymore because they wouldn’t “understand” unless they’re having the exact same emotions that come with it. My point of view would be much different compared to yours because you’re not thinking the same way as I am. I don’t like having to explain myself while words are running through my mind 120 mph. I don’t like having to explain myself when all I can really say is “I don’t know” and just walk it off. Sometimes, it’s best for me to just set it aside, and just.. forget. It seems cowardly and selfish but I don’t do so well trying to express them. One second you’ll see me crying alone in a sidewalk and the next minute I’ll be okay. I’ll set it aside easily because that’s just a way for me to cope with it until I put myself together. If I vented to someone else, it’s like passing on my grief and I don’t want them to worry. I’ll be okay, I know that. Just crack a joke and my dumb ass will laugh, surely enough. I mean, I laugh at anything and smile easily anyway.
I love riding backseat sometimes, specially during nighttime car rides. I love seeing the city and street lights. I love going through an over pass and seeing cars underneath leave illuminating trails. I love riding through the freeway and seeing the reds on the right lane and the yellow-ish lights on the left. I love night-time car rides.
Spontaneously meet someone amazing.
Some coincidence, with a sprinkle of series of unfortunate events, and a few surprises that lead up to this encounter. Being able to tell everyone how we met like it just happened yesterday, detail by detail. Got me laughing and reminiscing because it’ll never get old and always be thankful I met you.
Hoodies are just <3
I love cold days, because you can always bundle up to be warm. But you can’t when it’s hot. I love this sweater, it’s sooo warm. It’s my dad’s actually. I found someone who was wearing the same hoodie, so I came up to him and said “Heey look! We got matching hoodies!” Lol. Yesterday was a lovely day.
Tonight will be another one. Hitting up Hanna’s 21st.
I ask lots of questions because I want to know how your day went. In detail. I’d like to know the simple things that make your day. I’d like to know your hobbies and what makes you the person you are- your humor, and your views on things. I just want to listen to you ramble on. Why? Because it’s cute.
Orange.
I really don’t know why. Just something about ‘em.
+20 BROWNIE POINTS!
Getting a secret admirer. Little love letters, the chocolates, and the giddy feeling someone out there admires you that much.
I feel good in them. Even if I’m already tall and skinny, that doesn’t need any height addition. I love the impact it has on an outfit and the overall classy-ness it gives. The higher the better. Walking with them is a no-biggie for me, I love it actually. The attitude it gives to a walk. Lol.
