Oh the little joys of life .
The smell of the rain.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars
—Oscard Wilde.
The genius!
I love you.
Lots of people ask me why i am so content with my life.
Many things make me happy such as french fries, chewing on pens and cats.
A major one, that gives me the crazy amount of energy no one seems to have a monday morning is: coffee. To be thankful for this amazing drink that has allowed me to stay awake entire nights (not only partying , but also rushing coursework and such things the day before they were due), i decided to draw what coffee is for me each morning.
This is me when i first wake up. As you can see I’m not a morning person. You will encounter this ugly face if you ask me questions, if you start singing and if you open my curtains as soon as i wake up to : ’ OMGAWD let the sunshine in ! :D’. Yes, i can breathe fire, and yes, my eyes do turn red. In the morning my mouth is a hole of death, as everything that come out is so hateful and pessimistic sometimes i hurt my own feelings.
The only way to cease this is by giving me coffee. Or giving me alcohol. Or just slapping me unconscious.
Here come the coffee:
After the coffee, this is pretty much the rest of my day. Notice the drool and tears of happiness. THE WORLD BECOMES A RAINBOW. Someone once asked me on a monday morning at 10 am, if i was on LSD. As far as i know, mum doesn’t spike my coffee.
Sometimes it slaps you across the face .
I used to live in China.
Lychee crisps are fresh and tangy.
(Source: iraffiruse, via colloquialpancakes)
Your matches glass your shirt.
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AND DIVORCE A YEAR LATER.
Oh the little joys of life.
Patrick knows. He knows what i like.
Oh the little joys of life.
Peeling PVA glue off your finger .
