And really, I have no clue where to seek. I'm not familiair with the alternative population in and surrounding the city off Leiden, but- I fell, and ever since to have orgasmd over A guy, I- feel what women, according to the myth, usuall feel after that: A crush on their subject off fantasizing. Remember that tale about A black Stork and A white Raven I posted on my YouTube this summer? I guess that could be seen as A bit off A prelude. How in the world have I never mentioned you this way? And why am I always overthinking, and over-analyzing everything? Comming to the plain conclusion and feeling infatuated- that you are mainly very attractive and so sexy? I'm not lying, I have probably more space in my mind after I've cleared things up from other people. And the human mind works- odd. I guess mine more than common people. But- I see something in him. Sub-consiousness that talks, or- am I on the way to destruction with myself again? I wish, I wish I wass A mill, 'tis there I sit and wonder myself- 'till every stone in my mind is grit to sand, and I think I- finally understand but for common readers it's probably 'way to late, morron.'- And that's it. But I fell... and I'm blattering. I always do when I'm like this. Writing A lot to over-compensate for what's on my mind? I wouldn't feel ashamed with him as my love interest, or to be with him and walk beside him. I just want him.
I believe I happen to fall deeper and deeper everytime I think off him. Don't get shocked, it's an alternative guy with black hair and A big wine stain mark on his face, who I have just been infatuated about for- quite some time. I would quit all my fights with Vana, and write them A sincere appology, just to be capable to walk hand in hand with my main crush at the moment. I doubt anyone here (In my surrounding near by where I live.) would ever know this sensual and interesting man. Good grief, what am I on to?
I've drawn the two off us togheter, in festival clothing. 'Will you come to me mother's house when the moon is shining weary...'? Official this drawing is named 'WHERE is your common sense with this?' (Underwritten: 'In my pants, sir.' comming out off my mouth, I guess that makes ME the lusty scoundrelless here-) And it was taken with my laptop's camera. It's not the best version off what it could be. I hope he's not taken, I wonder who he is, and what his name is... wonder about the story? Read up on it on my deviantart:
My handsome raven prince from Leiden and me-
I fell, I didn't know I was actually capable to even be in love anymore, with all the dopamin and serotin, paracetamol, vitamin B complexes, and 'hormones.' from Birth controll floating around my system, and I'm even menstruating. Good heavens. Where did that crush even come from out off nowhere? I believe- this is how the world works. But I'd- love to even know his name and facebook profile, to see if I have mentioned his awesome attractiveness completely right, but I wouldn't contact him, because- I'm A disaster at FB, and I would like to- get the guy this time. I'm pretty serious I guess.
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