Going after Hitchcock.

Dearest Bloggers,

Here is a little story.

Just follow the drawings

and you will get it.

I know it's creepy

but that was the meaning.

My newest school-project.

"Admit it.

Everyone has a little dirty laundry."

A blonde in need.

Dearest Bloggers,

A new art-thingy from me.

Hope you like it!

It's a part of a school project.

x

Lapland Photo's Part 1

"Blondes make the best victims.

They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints. "

-Alfred Hitchcock-

Bad luck and my fortune cookie didn't warn me!

Hi dearest bloggers!!

How are you all doing?

At this very moment I'm sitting in a very comfortable chair

at a huge swimming pool in Miami (and yes I'm also seeing the beach

and the beautiful blue sea.) So I guess I'm doing pretty fine.

You guys must be thinking now: She is doing better then f*cking fine! 

Lying at a swiming pool with her lazy ass in the sun with a light breeze coming

from that beautiful blue sea. I would be thinking she is doing freaking-fucking- fantastic!!!

Her life is perfect. Well think again.

Three weeks ago I fell from my scooter and broke my wrist. And yes I'm sure you can already guess, it's in plaster! And beside that I also got something at my heart what makes my parents a over concerned! I'm sitting trapped like a bird in a golden cage!

And yes you all can laugh now...(Done already? I guess so.)

The only things I can do is lying in the sun, and actually I don't like tanning.

Go shopping, but believe me after 2 days I couldn't bare to see an other shop without vomiting !

Last but certainly not least, watching TV and I need to tell you that there is actually a lot of crap on it! Conclusion... it was just as boring as hell! So my life isn't as perfect after all. 

Cause in a perfect life everybody would drink champagne, party all night long, grab drugs like kids in a candy store and would certainly not have a broken wrist. No no, just kidding. I hope your vacation was better then mine!

Floating

The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, 

when you are between asleep and awake, 

when you don't know the difference 

between reality and fantasy,

 when for just that one moment 

you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality,

 and it really happened.

Your leg, my arm.

We lie together, twined in each others body, not knowing who's leg or arm it might be.

Her arms wrap around me as she kisses my golden hair. 

She smells like fresh lemons that just blossomed.

When she kisses my full ruby red lips I feel like I could die that very moment without carrying.

She has a spell on me and I can't quiet decode it.

I know that if I listen very hard, I can hear her even if is she's not in the same space as me.

I know that if I close my eyes and concentrate, I can taste her,

that if I look at the stars, I can see her, that if I glance away, I can smell those lemons

and that even if I do nothing at all, I can still feel her tremble against my skin.

I know that if I live, I must love her.

 

My Amy

Dearest Bloggers,

I posted a work from my art-class at school.

I hope you like it.

The instruction was to create something

about a famous or regular person.

I took Amy and I don't know really why.

We don't have anything in common.

Except that we both smoke pot but that's it.

So just enjoy it and leave some comment please!

And if don't understand something about it just ask!