Somewhere in my little world
Not the social type
Not descriptive enough
A dreamer, always daydreaming...
Love drawing but often blocked
Love... something I can't comprehend why I can't control it
Sometimes a loner, I guess
Love the few real friends I have, just wished I could do more for them
Insane, but not enough for this world
I don't usually mislead, I tell what's on my mind whenever possible, whenever I feel I should be real and tell the truth...
Like to play with colours, clothes, shoes, accessories and make-up, sometimes.
Photography as well, ideas I have endless of them but not good at all, lol, but at least I try.
A quote from my 'poem' (if it really is lol) and a personal favorite:
"That forever lasting time..."
makes you reflect sometimes... I think.
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Love is for the naive and blind… hopefully some will remain with lessened aching hearts…
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Fireworks are the shooting stars that I’ll never see
that rising shine of my wish…by JBB -
‘Inner Thoughts’
Inner thoughts
Oh yes! I should say
Which one I’ll give in
Oh my! the happy faces
Such adorable creatures
So vague, so plain
Let me walk around
In the sea and sand
Mindless behaviour
On such lovely manners
You’re not allowed
In my secret lair of enterprises
So simple and so little
I should ask Oh no!
by JBB
18 May 2012
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Quote reblogged from One life, One chanceI am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.Marilyn Monroe (via evirginia)
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Conversing is a way of communicating with others through dialogue and aborting many subjects with subcategories as well.
There’s a need to communicate with one another or otherwise we wouldn’t evolve.And to me, what is to converse? Well, I still don’t know, it’s possible that it’s due to my personality, to my education, specially to my zodiac sign. There could be so many reasons and I don’t know shit.
Why is that when talking to someone, no matter which language I speak, I ask myself “is he/she saying things in its literal meaning or is it so beyond to being surreal”, I can never guess, I over analyse things that I hear and see, over thinking it’s also something I possess in my nature and I guess… I just can’t stop it.
I recall myself many times that that’s why I can’t simply make friends and as well keepin’ on a conversation and most of the times my surroundings don’t like to argument my type of subjects and sometimes I simply can’t ‘bring up’ the topic.
Anyway, this just makes me weirder by the years and WHO CARES! I’m a freak anyway xP and with time my words get through. :)
