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My hair is the definition of an oxymoron:

It's soft and smooth, yet dry, though greasy. It's uniformed and wavy yet frizzy and curly though straight. It's black indoors; it's brown outdoors. But.. It's purple lol #swaq

This cartoon though 😰

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If, like myself, you are becoming nocturnal during this  half term, here is a poignant, emotive illustration to help you cry yourself to sleep  (sorry) I haven't cried so much since 2012 :(

Nocturnalism

C'est moi 🌜☁️🌙💤🌟😴🌌🌠

Frev alone

In Literature today we contemplated the old adage 'it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all', however our class was quick to agree its false; it's hardly a debate of controversy. This is for all you people enjoying valentines day, leaving twitter a devoid void: the relationship will terminate; ultimately, ce ne sera pas vaut ca. Your infatuation will leave you craving it once it's gone - you'll become greedy: what one satisfied you will no longer suffice :)

Physically, Mentally, Psychologically exhausted

After an intensive week of mock GCSE Exams 

Eyelashes

Pretty sure the intention of les eyelashes is to protect the eyes from damaging stuff Yet if something ever is damaging my eyeballs it's usually my eyelashes.  But.  Irony?  What if  It's actually an eyebrow  What if eyelashes are merely protection from eyebrows..... 🌀🌀

RIP TO MY SHOES; RIP TO MY SOCKS

Smoothly, during drama yesterday I casually slid my shoes off the side of the stage. They ricocheted off the railings and fell. They fell, (like how alice fell whilst falling down the hole into wonderland) they descended into the abyss which I colloquially call 'under satan's segment pit of the stage' Thus, I had to walk home and damage an innocent pair of odd socks. Their other halves were not impressed avec.  G I wish it could be this unintentionally easy to use techniques in the English language exam! 

Flappy Bird

Flappy bird is a malicious addiction composed of mal graphics + will cause mal Infatuatuative obsession.  Failure to play will cause satan himself to summon the flappy bird and peck your eyeballs until you succum to satisfy craving. Why not close your eyes you may ask? Ingenious. Except doing the latter will only cause the animal to pluck out one's eyelashes like how lucifer plucks out your soul. He licks your formerly luscious lashes until they have regressed to naked deciduous winter trees. As cold as winter, your eyeballs with become snowballs. Or ice balls.  Do not play if you care about you GCSE or fate in the afterlife just saying but you have been warned ok it's too late my lucifer have mercy on your soul.  Speaking of soles I lost mine today :(