We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

- Sam Keen, from To Love and Be Loved

Cuppy cup.

My babies:







ahhh im finally done with my semesters! i really need to see a 100 old movies and hang out with friends..ive been just like so stressed out this week!.. and i just came from my volleyball practice..god i hate my coach..hes an arrogant cocky man that likes to bother my life. He really doesnt like me, he like HATES ME. but.. i really dont care:)
sooo..changing subject:) i bought a cute shirt from MNG. and i dont usually go in there to buy stuff..BUT I SAW THE MOST AMAZING CUTEST BOOTIES EVER! i love themm! i didnt had much money so :( but im going tomorrow or sunday:D

Who said life was cool without blue?

So this chapter begins.

Trapped in my own little messed up world, living kind-of a fake life..trying to escape reality and pretending to be somebody else.. trying to be so perfect for my life that it isnt working out. Im so different from the people that surrounds me, i guess they really never get to see the real me. All this faking and all this lies got me thinking about my future, i cant wait to see the world. The world i think of..everyday. The ballerinas, and the arts. Inspiration..Thats all ive got.

The flying teacups are just part of my life..they keep me going.
Fashion is a way to escape reality..i must not say fashion..because IT IS a way of life.
Beautiful way to see life.

People fail, and the main reason is because they dont see further than ther noses.
People are afraid to express themselves.
But you know..
If we dont risk it all..
Why are we living?

Its raining.
Semesters next week.
Cold.cold and more cold.
Missing my sister.
Tweeting.

See you Friday:)
i have a stupid test of sociologfy tomorro.
ugh
<3

Warm tea for the teenage soul.

While im sitting on my antique chair..or just laying on my bed..i think about my future so much,about my life in 3 years?
This cold got me thinking, i dont really know about the cold..i just know i want some sun back:(
My hands hurt.
My parcials are soon.
Im fat.
I love nature.
Oh oh.

Literature really helps me escape from reality, i really wish i could see those green green beautiful pastures.
I want to go to irland.:) i think about it like as i magical land or something.
:/
My head is spinning and my chamomille tea waiting.
leave me a comment with ur blog or sumthing. ill forsure check it out
x
Joyce