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Unfortunately, that´s not how I feel. 

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I feel like the only thing that can make me feel better is to play guitar until my fingers start bleeding.

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And when I wake up tommorow, this masochistic-emo-crap WILL be over.

PROMISE.

Pieces of me

I thought I should tell you something about myself. Like show you my diary or...something.

I live according to randoms. I love art, even though art doesn´t always love me back. I scream at concerts. I am addicted to thrifting. I love bright red lipstick. And underwear. I adore kitsches. And no matter how cynical I get, I´m a hopeless romantic deep inside. HAHA.  

I´m a bitch, I´m a lover...you know how it goes.

Tear down the walls!

...I guess i have a thing for walls. Or The Wall, at least.










(This was in one of the beautiful Prague "ghettos". I somehow adore places like this one...)

If you are a dreamer, come in

Hey you.
With my finals coming up, i realized i would do anything, ANYTHING to avoid studying. Like clean up my room. Or watch all the cycles of America´s Next Top Model. Or learn how to play Miley Cyrus´s (!) songs. Or start studying Portuguese.
Or annoy you with my lifestories. Artstories.
Cheers.

                                                                                             Step inside my concrete jungle...