sauvez-moi.

My mum asked me if I wanted to go to the Footscray Festival tomorrow.

What the fudge… The world is ending.

chinkymonster:

It’s like once you’ve been hurt, you’re scared to get attached again. Like you have this fear that every person you start to like is going to break your heart. Don’t be scared to open up your heart again. Everyone’s not the same, not everyone will hurt you. Just because someone once broke your heart doesn’t mean someone won’t try to fix it.

(Source: anthonytherat)

Anonymous asked: if you had a boyfriend, what would you give him for valentines day?

My virginity.

LMFAO JK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My friend said Grace Kelly isn’t that pretty. I removed him from my friends on Facebook.

LMFAOOOOOO

Or at least make a collection of all her live performances with just her and her piano. I’ve spent all afternoon listening to her live performances and omg… She’s so god damn good. Her interpretations of her songs are flawless.

She is the definition of a great performer.

Some people say that if you were someone who claims you “blog to express, not impress”, you were most likely blogging to impress, and not express. And the reason for that is because if you wanted to express, you would keep a diary or type things up on word - so there is no need for it to be on the internet.

For some people, it is probably true that they blog to impress or some shit. But I don’t think it applies to everyone.

For me, being able to express is also to be heard. Sharing your opinions and thoughts to someone can be somewhat more satisfying than keeping it to yourself. No one wants their voice to fall upon deaf ears. People want to be heard sometimes.

wthellmichelle:

I’m comfortable with you. Me being mean only means I feel close enough with you to joke around and not have it ruin our relationship, friendship, or whatever the fuck we have.

moosevox asked: What to you would be the best kind of party?

I really don’t know what a ‘good party’ is so I would have no idea what’s shit and what’s not. I’ve only been to like… 2 parties (without my parents there) in my life and I left early so I’ve never experienced what a true party is…….

But I guess with a whole bunch of a friends at a theme park (DISNEYLAND <3333333) or something. But I’m not sure if that would be good or not. But let’s just assume it would be :)

Last week I saw a post about being alone on Valentine’s Day. It had like 900 notes. It probably has 2,000 notes or some shit right now because Tumblr has a whole community of whingers about being alone. I’ve been there, I know.

Ahem, it’s a whole freaking month away and you’re already whining about being a loner. Damn… Eager much? Last week, I didn’t even remember February revolved around this day.

Last week, I was also chatting to one of my close friends about significant others. She was telling me how all her friends were pressuring her to get some male companionship. I told her that her friends are fucking idiots for making her think that a boy is what completes us. A significant other should not be our source of happiness. I was an idiot for thinking so. And not to mention that we are still only teenagers and have a whole lifetime ahead of us to find love. Only if that’s what you want.
And guess what? I got through to her and she’s feeling good about herself! Nothing better than lifting a friend up when they’re feeling down.

Anyways, since I’m on the topic of Valentines Day… I hate it. I got asked out 2 years in a row and I’m thanking the lorrrrrrrd that I have no one that likes me at the moment so that ensures me that no one will ask me out this year either.

Boys are a hassle. DW, I STILL LOVE BOYZ.

• Woke up from a terrible nightmare (of a girl with Down’s Syndrome chasing me and screaming) at around 10am to Sing’s spam texts
• Stayed in bed until 10:30, got dressed in my Vietnamese dress. 
• Wished my parents a happy new year. My grandma and parents gave me $150 worth of red pocket money
• Went to Braybrook temple and prayed
• Went to another temple and ate lunch
• Dropped my brother at the airport. He’s going to the Gold Coast for a week
• Went to a family friend’s cafe and chilled for a while
• While on the way home, decided to drop by Mon and Mel’s house
• HUGO!!!!!!!!!!!!
• 
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• NAWWWWWWWW!!
• Was so hot in my fob dress, Mel gave me some clothes to wear
• Downloaded Temple Run on their dad’s iPhone
• Went home and watched Memoirs of a Geisha. IT’S SOOOOOO GOOD!!
• Cool.

I’ve noticed that I have an obsession with red things. Things with little details of red just captures my eye.

• red lipstick
• red nails
• Christian Louboutin shoes
• red roses
• Angelina Jolie’s Oscar’s dress
• anything with red lace (although, anything with lace captures my eye in general)
• red velvet cake
• bright red hair

And since today…

• red pockets

I never noticed what a lovely colour it is. I lust for more red things. Which is ironic, because red is the colour that represents love and lust.