Showing posts with label bikbok. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bikbok. Show all posts

1/26/12

facebooklovers

jacket//vintage        shirt//bikbok         shorts//505 levis         necklace//diy       watch//guess
























                                                                                                                                                                  So after a while with no blogging i must admit i miss taking pictures and updating all of my sweet followers with my random irritation in life.. the blog is kind of my meditation..

And when i am talking about things that irritates me i am so irritated over "facebookfriends". For updating you about the whole story a pretty hot guy started in our class, and offcourse every girl started a "hot-boy crush" on him.
(in reality he isn't hot at all, but all the other guys in class makes him look hot)

He added one of the girls in class on facebook. A bit creepy, since they only had two friends in common, they had never talked before, and probably he have been searching around to find her since she don´t have the same name on facebook as on the class list.. Anyways..

They started to talk, and she just said she had noticed him and he was hot.. He answered with all this questions about how she coud think that, and started to tell her about he´s low self esteem...
And what the fuck is that? Telling a random girl you added on facebook two hours ago about your self esteem problems?

But this isn´t the point... He is not talking to her at all when they meet in class.. He is starring, but not talking.. creepy?
We talked about how strange this is on the bus on our way home today, and offcourse he was standing on the other side of the bus.. When i went of, there was only they left on the bus and he sat next to her..
AND STILL HE DIDN´T TALK?!!
He was litteraly looking all other places then in her eyes, and they sat infront of eachother...

You must feel so dumb, boy..

1/17/12

søttendeiførstetotusenogtolv

shorts//bikbok     top//silk&cheap monday    




They say we leave this world, just as we arrived. Naked and alone. 
So if we then leave with nothing, is our life then defined by the people we deciede to love?
Or is it simply measured by our accomplishments?
And so, what if we fail, or truly never get loved.. Can we ever measure up?