Fashion.

"When you go out to buy jeans, be nice with youself.

If you try a pair on which dress badly, do not take this as a failure. Put them of, give them in the shop assistant's hands and exit from the store with head up and keep to looking for.Jeans are just like the right guy: sooner or later!". (Anne Hathaway)

Little bit of my style.

Beautiful.

"You are delicate, fragile as porcelain.
You'd be nice anyway, even covered by air. I know, you'd be perfect as well.
Genuine as you are, wonderful simple. You'd be beautiful anyway. So much to make everyone envious. Tell me how you do, you move like that, like that I don't know how I can describe it. You fit in every situation, Are you? Are you so damn perfect? You are amazing, you know.
Everywhere you step, you leave a mark.
It isn't always good, you know?
Sometimes I cannot stand this. Wherever you go, you'll always be the person who everyone will remember. You will always be the person who will be recognized. By the way, I'm sure you will never be neglected".

About me.

Here. I am like this.
I am that kind of person who, in front of dramatic films, maybe cry but at the same time I watch laughing the horror films or encourage the characters of war movies.
I am the kind of person who can give advice to all without applying them to herself. I always say "that's enough" and then I continue in the same mistake.
I am the kind of person who , when the sun is shining and it points stright in the eyes, makes a fool face because it doesn't see anything.
I study people so much, observing, that I am fixed. Totally. I keep looking at them until they realize and take me as a mentally ill.
I am that kind of person who has still not learned to eat ice lolly: the final piece always falls.
I'm able to fall alone, and if there's someone around me I rise immediately, sayng "nothing happened, everything's all right" but crying inside. I'm not in late.. I leave in late!
Exactly, I am touchy. I immediately sulk. And, unfortunately, I can't do anything. And yep, I'm impulsive. I immediately sulk and I scream against you if you annoy me. And yeah, I am also so proud. I sulk, scream against you and I never apologize to you if I think I'm right.


I want to be all messy and yes, I want to be shy, tiny as a grain of freedom, so slight as to be in a poppy. I don't care what others think. I want to be me. I want to dream and do what I think, be courious, be absurd at times, a fluorescent lamp by the bright colours. I want to fall down and rise up, here. I want to tongue to passers and lean out the window. I want to be irresponsible, living of tiny things. I want to be completely, hopelessly, only me. Because I give attention nothing for others, what they think about me. I want to be coloured, that's what. My theory? We are infinite, we are fractals with the legs. I don't want to make any sense, say that I succeed? I like singing. I want to jump, you know? To make those jumps with open arms that drug the earth to the heaven with you. I eat cereals in the morning, I drown them in the milk as little shipwrecked missing. I love the doodles and stupid things. When I'm happy, I wink. Altough, yes, you know, I look like a complete idiot. I like the confusion. Then, actually, consistent with myself I wasn't ever. Mind you, I'm not a flag, but I often exchange poin of view, on trivial rhings sometimes. I cant' bear this side of me. I admit I like change, but I pass as stupid and immature person, and I don't like it at all. I know this part of me won't change, it alway has been ad it will always be.

Eventually, you must know, the juice of all this there isn't, there never was, will never be.
They are only stupid thoughts scattered in the air and that is okay.
Because, unfounded, if you think, you get what you give. I also think that wasting time to get depressed does not make any sense, and if you have to do not to do it for trivial things. Well, I think, not react. So, smile.

But in the end, I am not so bad.
Here I am. And I like, love it so much.