|Iraq is in my blood..|
Imaginary story..Imaginary story.. by Fashion-Babe
A cold november wind was blowing in a small isolated heavenly town on earth somewhere, and I felt goose bumps all over my body. From head to toe. My fingers were starting to feel numb. For a reason, my eyes were closed. As if I was enjoying the beauty of the world without having to watch it. When I noticed it was the imaginary world I was watching, not the real one. My eyes were still closed. I felt like I was stuck in the moment. The clock was not ticking anymore. It was quiet around me. Nothing to hear except my heartbeat.. Suddenly I felt like I was all alone. The imaginary world was trying to suck me in its dark and selfish world. No world was good. Not the imaginary one and not the real one. Soon, it was nothing to watch anymore. only dots in different colors on a black background. My heart started to beat faster and faster. I was feeling uncomfortable. It just became harder to breathe. As if I got less oxygen. For a sudden, I felt like someone was putting his hands around my neck
٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ ღ Welcome to mah profile page!!! ღ|
You can say I'm a fashion-designer-photography-hobbiyst!! o.O
(I have no knowledge about photography tbh, but I know it's fun!!)
Current Residence: In Heaven! (A)
Favourite genre of music: Depends on mah mood..
Skin of choice: wtf?! Racist or what!?
Favourite cartoon character: Agnes (Despicable Me)
Personal Quote: Love me or hate me.