ugly boy | brussels

Those pics are older than four months, so I guess that's long enough to call them some summer memories (I mean, right now I get cold just from looking at them). And oh look, it Thursday, what a mainstream day for a throwback right right right
Here comes the sentimental cliché of my riddled with sarcasm dark bitchy soul; and I think I'm not the only one that feels that way - sometimes when I think about something what happened in the past, I just can remember the exact feeling that I had that very moment and it seems so weird. Because I just know I'm never going feel like that again; simply because my life is not on some repeat mode of anything. And I can think about what I've done or where I've been and stuff and in the moment remind myself how I felt inside and it comes like an echo, and it's both sad and happy. 
I can't figure out how I feel about this feeling that seems to be designated to this while and this while only.
Shit, I got deep and things. Let's take it all away with paying attention to my japanese waving cats or whatever their name was (Maneki-neko, you didn't have to, google, so kind.)
Brussels, huh. Good old days. Not school days. I fucking hate school, just for the record; even though I still control my whining bitch mode about it to stay at least a bit true to my i-can't-wait-for-school-enthusiastic-stupid-stupid-self. Yas.

Chill the fuck out I got this

Yes I love my ugly boy
So rough and tough
Don't care about anything but me
And I just love him cause he's so crazy
Just crazy about me

You fuckin' mental, my crazy little girl
Maybe the most psycho chick in the world
You mystical shit just's not physical
What you and me got's unfuckwithable


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