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gagarfieldd:
kyoshiwarrior:
thefameandrichesearned:
lavenderbrunette:
ichschleibanaustabe-clair:
Loving you is cherry pie.
Wrote a song about your eyes, ate a slice of cherry pie.
That certainly puts a new spin on things.
OH MY GOD. So instead of meaning “sweet” when she mentions cherries, she must mean “sickening” or “deadly”.
cherryy cherry boom boom
she wants to blow them up
Motherfucker, my life has been a lie.
^ THIS one.
Lady Gaga is allegedly allergic to cherries.
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I hope you post soon because I'm really loving this story hahaha :)
aw thank you :D, im working on the next hoping to finish it soon :D
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The Bitter End VI – The world would be full of circles.. just circles
I opened my tired eyes to see little amount of lights passing through the tiny passages of my curtain. My head seems to be vibrating. I heard little knocks on my, wait, window? I looked at the clock, its 7am. Damn, three hours of sleep, that wasn't enough for me. I heard the knocks turned into banging.
"Wait, Satan!" I yelled annoyingly then headed to the source of the noise. I heaved the curtains to the side to meet the mild sunlight, and this smiling deity. It was not Satan. Not at all. I felt my faced softened. Pretty sure she said “good morning” even though I can't hear her from the other side. Oh, she brought a coffee maker, and two cups. I opened the window and smiled, all the tiredness faded away.
"I told you I'm gonna wake you up" she said.
"Yeah but, you had enough sleep?"
"You can still get your ass on the bed later, you have a lotta time. Now, come here and we'll have some coffee."
"All right." I was laughing. I just called her Satan awhile ago without her knowing, I have to keep that for myself. She sat down on the side and waited for me. I lifted my leg up to the edge of my window and helped myself be completely out of my room and into our fire escape. I'm not afraid of heights, but I'm scared I might kick her head unintentionally or spill our coffee from moving. That would be embarrassing, considering I still can't believe that this is happening, that we are sort of ‘friends’ right now.
Gladly I settled myself down, we were now sitting in the fire escape with a coffee maker and two cups between us. We look like the next cover of an album that sings about strangers and cities in the morning. She poured enough amount of the drink on my cup, it smelled good. I took a sip of it.
"Not bad." I was nodding.
"I knew you're gonna say that, because you make better coffee"
I lifted my eyebrows "Seriously?"
She slowly took a sip, like a model in a creamer commercial, then she looked at me "I won't give you the pleasure of hearing any more compliments from me okay? But for now I wanna say that I'm not really used to this drink, I usually have ginger tea. But you're coffee is pretty impressive."
"Thank you. Yours is not bad either" I grinned.
She rolled her eyes " 'kay thanks." she giggled along with the birds flying above this and other buildings. Her voice seemed to travel with the mild air that showers our faces. I find this scene fascinating to linger with in the near future.
"But I can cook." she interrupted my thoughts. "I love cooking. My parents have taught me since I was in middle school, they actually have an Italian restaurant in the upper west side. I am Italian, you know."
"Yeah. You look like one." I stated. She smiled genuinely, like she really loved the thought, so I kinda spoiled her with it. "I knew you have a blood of that kind the first time I saw you. Your nose is really gorgeous, and you have such an expressive eyes. Those kinds I usually see in Sandro Boticelli paintings."
"Wow, one of the best compliments my eyes have ever received." her face turned red, but she's trying her best to conceal it "You're good looking too, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Uhm.. been a long time since I had."
"Oh that's surprising, considering you're really gorgeous."
"Wow, really." Now I guess, I am the one that’s turning red. Is she flirting with me? The other side of my consciousness (the more rational one that I use really often) said 'no'. A short laughter was heard from her.
"What?"
"You're bad at hiding your blush, you're like a teenage girl."
I smirked. "Let's change the topic okay?" I said. She's still laughing. "Tell me about yourself"
She started with being Italian (once again), and then she told me almost everything about herself. I learned that she's 19 years old and belong to a small family in Upper West Side, her mom and dad are still together, that's cool, and she has one little sister named Natalie. She must've been a college girl right now if she didn't decide to move here to pursue her career as a musician. Her dad gave her a year to make something out of herself in the music industry, if not she have to go back studying. Her parents must be pretty supportive to give her a freedom like this. Who wouldn't for a talented girl like her? She asked me about myself so I said those basic information about me like where I'm from (I'm from Lancaster), how old I am (I'm 23), how many are my siblings(they're plenty) and that my parents are separated. She seemed to be interested in my stories. She even always have to cut in with words like "oh that's cool", "I love that place" blah blah. It didn't feel like I was a boring story-teller.
"By the way, you mentioned Boticelli. Do you love art?" she asked me.
"I do. I love art and poetry, and music, those that can incite unexplained stuff in you. Like feelings or ideas.. you know"
"I know right!" she exclaimed. "And it's part of everything in us, like, I can’t even imagine a world without creativity."
"Awful it would be, like, just bland."
"Absolutely, terrifying." She shook her head.
"Just full of circles."
"What? Why?" She confusedly look at me. “I initially thought of boxes, just plain gray boxes, not circles.”
"Oh sorry." I laughed. "It's nothing. I was just reminded of a cartoon episode and I don't even why."
"What were you thinking? A cartoon episode? Tell me!" she took a grip of my arms. Man, I'd be hurt if I don't tell her.
"Do you know the scene in Spongebob Squarepants where Squidwart asked Spongebob to draw a circle? so Spongebob sketched a realistic head then erased the details, extra lines and all, and it turned out to be a really perfect circle." She was staring at me, at first she's confused, and then her pupils dilated as she laughed harder than ever. "I know that's stupid, right? Too literal." I mumbled.
"What's wrong with you, man?" She held her stomach from laughing.
"I know, I should refrain from watching that show from now on."
"Are you kidding? I love that show!"
"Really? Me too!" I exclaimed. "We can watch it sometime you know, in my apartment. We can have some popcorn and beer, or you can cook some Italian foods you love. I'll find their ingredients no matter how hard their names are pronounced and spelled." I smiled at her then took another sip of coffee. I wasn't hoping for my offer to be taken seriously but, she stared at me as if I just said something magical.
"That's really damn sweet." she nodded repeatedly "I would love to do that." she giggled and fixed her posture against the wall. I don't know which part of my sentence was sweet. It could be the thought that I invited her to my room to watch a cartoon, or the thought that I'm willing to look for Italian ingredients she would need to cook. Either way, the fact that she accepted my offer without hesitation gave me a peculiar kind of excitement, an innocent peculiar kind, just to be clear.
We were silent for awhile, but it was a pleasant silence. Like we needed that to take everything in. We were looking at the sky, the taller and smaller buildings, the cars and people that pass beneath us. I was looking at her two little feet, bare and confident, and cute. I heard her breathe deeply, I looked at her, and she was slightly smiling with her face facing the sky, her eyes closed. "isn't this lovely?" she said out of nowhere.
"Hmm?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I was startled, awoke me even more if that's possible. She had that contented look on her face, and it’s as if she meant for me witness it. "This coffee, this fire escape, the words we're exchanging, the sound pollution of New York this morning, the color of the sky, everything right now. I love it."
"Me too." was all I can say. I smiled like a stupid cutesy kid. I don't know how my face looked, all I know is I was bursting inside.
She laughed softly and nodded. She turned to look around once again, in the most random things around us. Sometimes it’s the random stuff that defines a moment. Like the head bumping figurines displayed at the dashboard of a taxi you were riding in the first time you arrived in a foreign city. The color of your prom date's dress that shun with the help of dancing lights and mirrors. The illustrations printed on the notebooks you were using on your most memorable year in high school. Things that trigger the mood and scent of that particular special moment in a way you cannot explain.
In our case today, I don't know but I would mostly remember her feet. Aside from her face and all beauty that's in her, it’s one of the things that tells me she's having a good time. The way it would wave side by side, with her heels against the cold metal but she doesn't bother, the way her toes would stretch and move as if she's playing piano with her feet. Sometimes it would clench with excitement as she tells me a funny idea. It's very cute I want to tickle it.
"This is really fun." I said.
"Yes it is"
"We can have more of this, we can be coffee buddies"
"Not just coffee buddies."
"What? Tea buddies?"
"buddies. Just.. buddies."
"hmm.. sounds good" I grinned. She smiled back. I looked at her feet once again, then watch as the sun rays begin to touch the tip of her toes. It took awhile before she noticed the creeping heat on her skin, the sun getting wild means we need to get back to our rooms and officially begin our individual days. We said our goodbyes before we stood up. I helped her carry the cups and coffee maker down the stairs. It must be a struggle awhile a back, when she needed to bring the filled e-pitcher up, and when she was trying to wake me up from outside the window. I kinda flustered over the thought. Actually, I am flustering on every thought that involves her. It's crazy.
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I am sorry it took too long to post this. But I hope ya’ll like :D
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Stefani released ‘Red and Blue' 9 years ago, today!
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Signs fear
Aries - detachment by others
Taurus - major change
Gemini - being mentally alone
Cancer - feeling unloved by their peers
Leo - being ignored by the people they love
Virgo - disorder
Libra - making the wrong decision
Scorpio - failure
Sagittarius - being controlled
Capricorn - not being good enough
Aquarius - being locked in a situation
Pisces - rejection
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Who You Should Fight Based On Your Sign
Aries: Sagittarius
Taurus: Sagittarius
Gemini: Sagittarius
Cancer: Sagittarius
Leo: Sagittarius
Virgo: Sagittarius
Libra: Sagittarius
Scorpio: Sagittarius
Sagittarius: Good Fucking Luck
Capricorn: Sagittarius
Aquarius: Sagittarius
Pisces: Sagittarius
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someone: what is your biggest fear?
me: season finales
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lady gaga is so freaking talented tho she was accepted into juilliard at ELEVEN but didn’t go, then was one of only 20 students IN THE WORLD to get early admission into NYUs Tisch School of the Arts and then WITHDREW to find creative inspiration. she wrote her first piano ballad at 13. what even
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