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I don’t know how to form proper sentences. I am barely breathing. I am fangirling over my roommate. I think he is my soulmate. I am also not sure how good his sight is so he can maybe read this. I am going to move my laptop.
As previous post implies, I am a sucker for English people. Let me recount 10 minutes ago:
- Recently stopped blasting ‘This Is How I Party’ (good move)
- Roommate enters, has broken my sanctuary, apologise for cord running from doorway
- Roommate replies that it is okay. Reply comes with an English accent and an attractive sounding male voice
- Look up, face matches
- Begin small talk
- He asks whether I am Australian - positive
- I ask whether he is English - negative
- He is French
- He speaks French, German and English. In that order.
- But he has a perfect English accent
- One of those beautiful ones that makes your pants disintegrate
- Stopped being able to form coherent sentences, so conversation is now over
- He even breathes attractively
I must learn his name to commence Facebook stalking.
I must also not cough embarrassingly tonight. I know that I will, though. Damn it.
EDIT: Ganache and I have named him Felix.
Or how you dress, act, talk, walk, present yourself, or who you fuck.
(Source: atheistme, via inherhipstheresrevolutions)
Madonna on Nightline in 1990 interviewed about MTV’s decision to ban the Justify My Love video.
Watch the interview. Probably my favorite Madonna interview ever.
thought I didn’t like her….
LOVE
(Source: madonnaciccone, via inherhipstheresrevolutions)
Public service announcement:
Attention: anyone who finds himself/herself in the unfortunate position of wanting to be with me.
“If you fall for me, I’m not easy to please, I might tear you apart, told you from the start, I’m only going to break your heart.”
I think my love for English people is getting a bit weird. My ears prick up every time I hear an English accent and I automatically want to run over and attach myself to them. So far, I have befriended around one Brazilian, one Canadian, 4 Frenchies, 6 Australians, and countless English people. This includes but is not limited to:
- The first group of people we met (at least 10, maybe 12?)
- The second group of people I met (maybe around 8)
- Two on my last night in Berlin
- A group in Munich (6)
- The bartender in Berlin (also my best friend)
- Two girls in my dorm the other night, who I went to the market with
- A guy at the bar last night
The universe is drawing me towards English people, I am obsessed, and I am now trying to suss out places frequented by English people in Melbourne.
all day, all night, what the fuck.
I am now in Berlin. So much has happened on this trip, I want to write a story about it (I actually did last week, and convinced myself that I was Sylvia Plath, but that’s a story for another time).
Even just mentioning that makes me want to write it all down here, but I can’t for fear or somebody taking it all the wrong way, or sounding like one of those people who likes to boast about G3ttiN KrUNk eeee33333Rry niiiiiIIIte!!!!1
I wish I could repeat last week over and over again, but it doesn’t work like that. I just hope that when I come back next year (fingers crossed) my adventuring will be as amazing as this. I’ve met incredible people, had perfect days, hilarious nights and I’ve learned a lot. One day I’ll write it all up to make sure I keep all of the memories.
Berlin, I love you.
I had this great tactic for keeping my 4-seater to myself. Every time the train stopped I would start up a horrible coughing fit and blow my nose loudly and look horrible and sickly. This worked perfectly until my last stop, when I got too into speech writing and forgot, and now three people are sitting around me.
