i weight myself naked usually. if not, i lie to myself, that jeans + t-shirt weight over 1 kg.
you want to get them all.
i really appreciate photos of girls standing next to open fridge. i like the light on naked skin.
i call this kind of photos: bitches in fridges.
i’m on the second year of engineering studies and from a week i’m working on some essay about physics.
and it makes me wanna read poetry.
what the fuck is wrong with these wedding rings?!
fun fact: this is how i looked for last half of a year.
i humbly admit - i’m gonna spend this night (and few next days) with Harry Potter book.
i am really disappointed with myself - i went for jogging and i forgot to turn on the gps on my mobile so i can’t upload my track to the website. i missed my only joy of jogging, let alone how tired i am.
i decided to get fit. although i’ve just started and for the moment results are none, i like myself more.
one of the most weirdest but nicest compliments must be kept in secret
without school, without job, without my beloved Mary Ann. without any money.
could it get any worse?
for most of the days i don’t open the curtains just because i’m afraid my bunny’d get hot.
when i’m preparing myself a meal, i stop being hungry before it’s ready.
and if someone else is preparing me a meal even when i’m not hungry, i start to be before it’s ready.