Still Here. Still Perverted.

Music

Hiiiiii! I just want to talk about something little bit different today 😥

I’s about that, I really LOVE old music. like:

Me: my favourite singer is Billie. Them: Eilish? Me: *put on 40s dresses and hairstyle* Holiday 😎

And I really LOVE to dance to it. The spin of my skirt, feeling my hair in a cute bow and also the romance of old texts... ach... 💖💖💖

Anyway - even when I like it, I will NEVER start playing it out loud in my bedroom. Why? because my father has cancel right next to me and I just... don’t feel comfortable when I imagine he will know that I’m listening to Billie Holiday, Fred Astaire or Benny Goodman 😖🙁😞

But yesterday I was wondering WHY I have it like that - my father mustn’t care at all what I’m listening to, right? It’s not somethnig I should be ashamed of 😖. So I tought about that and I came to a conclusion that I feel uncomfortable when I have to tell to my family something a little bit personal about me. But still is here that question... WHY? I think that when i was a child and I told what I like to do (like playing on the piano) to my mother or to my dad, they started to be completle mad about that. not in a way they would forbid me it, but in exactly opposite way(which also wasn’t so good) 😖😟😩.

Example:

When I told to my mommy I like to play the piano, the first thing she did was to signed me up to the music school. But I didn’t wanted or liked play that way - everyday must training boooriiing and difficult songs that I didn’t even like. But I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I kept going to stupid music classes and kept myself under stress just for my mother to be happy.

(PS - It ruined all my love to the playing. completely. I still like to play on piano or hear somebody to play on it, but that magical feeling I had, before I was forced to do it, that little taste of freedom that it has that I could taste on my tongue... It’s all away. Congrats, if you want your child to start hate what it loved before, instructions are above) 😖😟😖

So I think it’s because I’m scared that if they (my parents) will know that I like old jazz music or dancingon it, they will propably force me to do it everyday until it will end up as that thing with piano.

Because the thing I love about dancing, freedom, doesn’t mean that you are forced to do something until you will want to kill yourself, freedom is that you can leave whenever you want - and that’s the reason why I keep staying.

Okay, after downwriting this I just realized that I have really shitty parents. excuse me, I will propably cry for a few hours now 😨👋🤭😖🤧

Bye!

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a little bit of poetry

hello! I wrote this in midnight and english isn’t my first language, so propably there will be a lot of mistakes. It’s poem that Bucky wrote when he was trying to remember Steve after ,,the Winter Soldier”

once upon a  time there was alittle boy he was brave and strong more than anyone

and he looked like an angel but he had fight in eyes often he was so sick but I loved him as he was

oh where is that boy now long years has made a mess will he remember that once I was all his?

oh wait, oh wait,oh wait, I’m on my way, pleeeseeeeee let mejoin, I mean... I just fucking want to punch the John walker to the face! okay so, i have all my guns already, i’m on my way to help you! Asshole who thinks he can replace Captain America?! Well, Wewill see if he can do it all day (he can’t) !!!

I’m going to fight Walker in a Walmart parking lot at 3AM wish me luck.

shit, wait for me, will you?!

gonna go from john walker to john crawler after my turn. disrespecting sam and bucky like that, who THE FUCK does he think he is?

They’re so Bad Blood coded

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Blondie and Brownie

First time of using make-up

Guess about I will talk this time! Hmmm... yup, I just have tried make-up today, for the first time in my whole life. So, here’s the story:

Firstly, I prepared everything - put mirror on the table, cleaned my skin etc etc. Then, was time for a blusher! Of course I tought that it’s not enough, and put on much more than I should. But okay, okay, calm down baby, ommmm... Second I putted on my absolutely new lipstick! It ended more like, on teeth than on mouth, but let’s carry on. The most I wanted to try my new, black mascara from my auntie (thanks Aunt Veronica, you always know what I want).

And. I. Am. So. Clumsy. It ended more like... on my face than on algae. But don’t panic, I washed it down and tried another time. And another. And another. Okay, so... make long story short, Now I have faces looking like i was in winter (lewd look on Bucky’s photography) too long, and too much mascara on my eyes.

I can’t decide if I look more like cheap whore or as a clumsy raccoon. Maybe I’m raccoon whore...

edit: I triedto put tzemascara down and i accidentally putted the soap water in my eyes. Both. Make-up sucks.