How hard would it be for you to see that I’ve tried calling you about 20 times, texted you about 7, e-mailed you twice and deduce ‘ah, Xanthe urgently needs to talk to me’ and maybe fucking call me back ONCE.
Good. I want you to know no matter how many friends you manage to lose you can’t get rid of me. You can call me every name under the sun and I’ll never say “I don’t want to be your friend anymore”. You can totally take me for granted and abuse your power it won’t make a difference.
I am always team Astrid. Because your overall brilliance is worth so much more than your slightly crazy dark-side.
Your my John Lennon in much more than just a sentimental way. I’m your Paul McCartney as in; a lovable idiot with a hidden intelligent bitchy side I bring out specially for you and plans for a lot of films in almost as much a non-sensical mess as that MMT plan. And you’re my John Lennon as in a bloody genius with a bit of a temper who doesn’t waste their time on people who don’t deserve it and maybe not everyone gets that but the people who do respect it.
If you’re miserable it’s because you have to be. That’s the burden of being clever and interesting, you can’t expect to be happy too; not without working for it. But there are some depressions you just fall into and you have to accept and wait it out and their are others you can fight your way out of, you can refuse to let take you down. Make it one of those.
I present you the awkwardest Christmas Audio Post Spectacular you’ve ever heard! Also, I really hate my voice. It’s so high and quirky and I was so nervous the whole time I fidgeted and played with the phone a lot by the end, so that’s the weird noises you can hear… uhhh and that’s all I guess. Lol, enjoy and laugh.
Poetry and awkwardness ahoy!
Gawww I want tapes of you I can listen to when I go to sleep. I love your accent it’s the most bizare thing I love it! And I love Czech, it sounds AMAZING (but very difficult). <3<3<3<3<3