• The transcript of everything in my mind

    A collaboration between Tasha and I


         Once upon a freaking galactic time, there lived a fat toad-like lion. The lion eats only the innocent souls by planting disgusting wet kisses on the victims before sucking their souls, a habit it developed as an expression of what it said to be compassion before licking its huge, sausage-like lips with its forked tongue. And not to forget, he would give a foul fart which pollutes the environment with sulphur every time after meals. His large pimply ass, with little strands of hair gives out not only fart, but puss as well. The lion is the hidden legendary myth of a poor fishing village which sacrifices children of age seven as an exchange for peace but little did they know that the true intentions of the lion is way more evil than of a satan. For milleniums, the poor villagers have been feeling it so that they could be in peace. It turns out to be the other way round when the lion let out a monstrous bray of a donkey with a mix of squeaking of a mouse in pain. The mixture caused chaos and terror in that small village. However, a brave 6 year old stood up and faced the terrible monster armed with the smallest stick ever seen, the kid marched right into the lion's face and start poking its nostrils. The lion was shocked. It became stiff and just allowed her to poke but boy its nostrils sure are disgusting. All the nose "poop" got stuck on the little stick. Only then did she find out that is she not inflicting any pain on him, she's actually giving him pleasure. Oh poor girl, realizing it, she began hitting his back with all her strength. However, the lion felt nothing but mild force.

     "Ahhhh, what a nice massage you're giving me young bitch."  

    She was startled that it spoke English. She replied harshly "Don't get cocky, you fugly. I'll get yo for sure.". What a stubborn girl. She kept on hitting him, from day to night, day after day, week after week. Bit by bit, the lion fell in love with her and her lovely massages. the girl must have really sharp senses, since the lion never proposed any harm to her. However, she still went on hitting him, ever eyes full of longing and quenching thirst for revenge because the lion had sucked a boy's soul whom she loved dearly a year ago. The boy was ugly but was a sweet one. He would treat her to candies from time to time (back to the lion) The lion allowed her to hit him without realizing the face that the girl is in love with another. It was like reliving one of his memories, when his beloved too got murdered by the humans when she was harmless. She had a face of a hippo, curly locks of hair and a body of a balloon. The wife was the only things closest to him but her balloon body made it difficult for intercourse. So, there were no babies. How dreadful. His spiky manes finally took its toll. One silent night, as he was sleeping with her. He unconsciously poked her and when he woke up, she was gone. She flew off, blasted to the other side of the village and was killed by the villagers there. The brainless lion doesn't know the difference between east and west. [ending] the girl hit him. She finally got to his weak spot, his throat. She poked his throat and activated his swallowing machine, the stick was swallowed then goes the girl. the girl was shitted out in the end, after all the digestion and faeces around her. She got so contented with that and just walked away, faeces-soaked. 

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    Best Movies Ever

    • Theory of Everything (2014)
    • Cloud Atlas (2012)
    • Forest Gump (1994)
    • Life is Beautiful (1997)
    • Saving Private Ryan (1998)

    The best things that I love and constantly yearn for

    • A functional DSLR
    • A tripod
    • Antique watches and furniture
    • Chocolates
    • Cookies
    • Gerbera & Camellia (flowers)
    • Great watercolor set
    • Little notes from others
    • Mantis Shrimp
    • Tea (seriously, English Breakfast)

    People I admire

    Johann Johannsson
    Wes Anderson
    James Marsh

    Nuffnang

    Lexicon Corner

    occhiolism

    n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.


    Words by http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/ because come on, it's BEAUTIFUL.

    The person behind this blog

    The person behind this blog

    She is a 21 year-old awkwardly enthusiastic individual who loves the idea of photography and is constantly looking for opportunities to travel around the world.

    She loves lounging the around the house watching TV shows and movies in her pajamas while sipping tea (English breakfast is the way to go).

    If you wish to make her happy, buy her candy, but do not lure her into dark alleys with those. Also, she finds it stupid to refer to herself as a third person.

    Michelle Y.


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