everything enthusiast

it happened. you left indifinitely. you erased me. you don't want to draw me again. you don't wish to see my picture. you left my heart once, bleeding. now you take a step back, looking at the canvas, erase it. you left. i hope that it's not for ever, that at least once again in your lifetime you look back and remember out love as something dear.

london in film <3

portobello road market

best compact mirror i'll own

Today I went with my parents and some of my friends to the beach to have dinner. Serving our table was a very handsome, young, blond man with the most piercing blue eyes. This waiter, I don't know if he's from here, just another local. I hope he is so, so that every time I walk by the beach, alone or with friends, swimming or sun bathing or sitting in the heat, I see him and he stares back at me like he did today. I do not care if he was staring just because I was doing so to him first. I do not care is he was staring at me because he thought my frizzy hair looked ridiculous. Hell, I do not even care if he stared at me for no reason. All I care about is that he was staring at me, as I let myself bathe in those blue Mediterranean eyes and I savour every drop in them.

this is one of those cases where i don't know if i want to be with him or be him

i see my future with them, we're growing old and it's alright