Look like the innocent flower,

but be the serpent under it.
xo,

Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection.

This, is my face.

Freedom Of Speech, Motherfucker.

,xo

Public Transport.

I was sat on the bus thinking about Cho Chang's love for Harry Potter, until I glanced out the window to my right. A woman; appears to have the element of a spoon, with teal eyeshadow to match her silk tracksuit, eyebrow and a monroe piercing. Chic. She caught my eye. She then continued to stare at me, whilst I stared at her, and she scoffed down her bag of fruit pastils. I don't know why the bus wasn't moving. She screws up the fruit pastil packet and put it under her thigh on the seat. We continue having eye contact. She then reaches in her red pleather bag with belt straps on and swiftly put a Mayfair Superking to her mouth and lights it. The engine begins; eye contact still occuring. She stood up and shouted what I could make out to be "WHAT THA FUCK ARR YEW LOOKIN AT?". The bus drove away.
I put my ipod away- it died. I accidentally eavesdrop into a conversation between two college students, my age.
"What is the point?" I hear (we'll call him Jackie Chan) Jackie Chan say to his friend.
The friend pours powerade into the powerade bottle top and 'shots' it.
"Mmm I love the flavour of vodka!" Jackie Chan's friend Exclaimed.
I look further around the bus and there is a woman with a tattoo of a dolphin on the back of her neck, looking around frantic and bewildered.
Man with nose.
A man with a bat-man shaped haircut, stands and gets off the bus. Goodbye, bat-man head.
Burberry Grandma hoody.
I was examining the Grandma with no teeth, and though that could be a new source of energy. There could be some sort of power device charger thing attached to an old persons mouth, as the always gasp like fish.
When the bus finally got to where everyone wanted to get off, eventhough I was in the middle of it, I waited for everyone to get off before I did. I don't know why.
I was thinking that in year 7 , in cooking class, people would bring in ready made cupcakes, cookies, biscuits etc. They could then show the teacher how perfect they were at cooking and get top marks for it. Doesn't that kind of defeat the object of cooking class?

You Said It Would Be Forever & That Was Your Vow.

Why do people abuse their bodies if they only have one? Especially those that are more fortunate than others. I find that it all relates to two things: vanity and comfort. 
Vanity
Being obsessed with what you look like can become beautiful, yet ugly. Bodies can be put through a lot to look good (e.g. starvation, plastic surgery). 
Comfort
To make sure our bodies know that we love them, we have to nourish them, treat them once in a while - like a puppy. This can lead to being fat though, which is one of the reasons we have vanity. Gluttony apparently is the devil's work, so why would (if there was a so called) God allow us to do this? It just results in a life style of being bullied, miserable and depressed.


What I'm trying to get at , is that it doesn't matter that we abuse our bodies, it's just how we do it. As long as we are having a good time, it's fine. We're all going to die someday anyway.


Okay, so I've give across the message that we shouldn't give a fuck about our lives. Maybe that's a bit strong winded. 


I need to get over you right now, it's been too long that I have been falling for you. You definitely know who you are if you read this. I'm sorry, but you're the only person I can say that I have ever loved. And I'm usually a heartless bitch.
xo,