Pondering over the odds of having two pimples popping up on both cheeks has become a great deal for me every morning. Seriously, what are the odds? On a separate note, May day marked the tenth anniversary for Mean Girls - my all time favourite classic movie is actually a decade old and I feel old now. Guess who I adored most? Got that right, Regina George was the ultimate bitch and I loved her. These days my thoughts have been so scattered that I've actually resorted to scribbling them down, because chances are I won't ever recall them again. Painting my nails coral was probably the best decision I've ever made thus far in my entire nail colour palette that I've tried. As I snapped shots of frappuccinos, the only thought I had in mind was is this tumblr worthy yet?
(Anatomy of a cupcake)
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You know the feeling where you feel that you could finally get over someone? When suddenly initiating a conversation doesn't seem as hard anymore, and you don't feel that bad when he doesn't reply you. When you find youself being able to picture your future with someone else, anyone else. That should be a good thing, isn't it? You think you're able to get over him this time, you tell yourself, because really, it's time for a change. But then you see someone with a similar build, a similar back view, a similar voice and you wonder if it's ever possible to get over a person that you've never dated.
Much love,
Chels x