”All i really want is good things to happen.” I wrote on a line of my poetry book. I always loved to make my own quotes, little pieces of me on a paper. ”I feel like an angel without wings, no love, no faith. Only pain. You took off my wings, my silver key to the freedom in the sky.” Then i heard the phone rang on the living room, i ran downstairs to picked it.
”Lena, it’s me, Astrid.”
”Oh, hello Miss Kirchherr. What happened?”
”I’m fine, nothing wrong. i just think you need to meet new people. Come here and meet some friends of mine.”
i’m not the kind of girl who likes meeting new people, i mean, i’m not very social.
”Astrid… Why do you think i should meet your friends?” i sighed.
”Because i’m pretty sure that you are home alone, writing sad quotes and thinking about life. And you need to take your problems to someone.”
”Ahh, c’mon! Don’t you wanna meet five lads from England?”
”Eh, Sure… wait for me. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
”Alright. See you soon Miss Katerina!”
We finished the conversation. This girl, Astrid Kirchherr, is my best friend., she’s the only one who understands my problems and asks me if i’m okay or if i need something. She thinks i’m going to be an writer someday. But she still thinks i need to meet new people.
To be honest, i’m not the kind of girl who falls in love easily, my heart have been broken about 2 times and Astrid is trying to make me change my idea about boys. But i’m not going to fall in love that easy, i don’t think.
At Astrid’s house
”Astrid! Open the door! It’s cold outside!” I screamed. Then i somebody opened the door for me, a boy.
”Oi, ‘m George! Ye’ must be Lena. Astrid is in ‘er bedroom.”
Beatiful face. And sweet voice, like an angel.
”Yes, i’m Lena. Nice to m-meet you George!” I smiled softly at him, we shaked hands and he smiled back at me.
Cheekbones, strong cheekbones. I don’t like do admit it but, i like to notice the things other people forget to see. Small things, like a bee flying. Stupid? i don’t have idea.
”So, would ye’ like to get in? it’s really cold outside, i wonder how ye’ didn’t froze yet!” he laughed a bit, bitting him bottom lip.
soft laugh, my favorite kind of men are the ones who laugh in such an soft, yet sexy way.
”Maybe because my coat is too big, you see.” i smiled widely at George as i went to the living room, taking my coat and hat off. i threw my purse at the couch and sighed, George was looking at me.
”Look at ye’! So pale! Are ye’ Snow White?” he chuckled, i wonder if i should laugh or feel hurt.
”Huh? T-Thanks..?” I asked him, still confused.
”You’re welcome! I think ye’ are as beautiful as ‘er.” He told me, making me blush slightly.
It’s official, I’m in love
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guys ugh this chapter is short. but i really hope you all like it, feedback would be nice, y’know,
reblog if you are still pissed you missed the 60s
Drink too much coffee, wear lipstick that’s too dark, and never settle for a life you don’t want.
did someone run this cat through the dryer
Honey is Sweeter than Blood, Salvador Dali (1927)
I think this is the most underrated painting by Dali. It’s also his first surreal painting.
Candy Darling by Andy Warhol, 1970