dear Edward Cullen

dear Edward Cullen,
please bite me.


p/s: meet me on my bed tonight.i'll be waiting.


yours-wanna-be,
nfhms.

wrapped in a monster's arms

Emotion: heart is jumping like a monkey.
Face expression: smiling ear-to-ear.
Position: lying on the bed, left-feet across the other.


It was raining. It was cold. I wish I am in the monster’s arms. But I have yet, a few miles awaited for me ahead.

There he goes. The monster is in black today.

He welcomed me with a big bear hug. I feel safe and I feel pampered. Yes, I needed the comfort.

The rain hasn’t stopped yet. Both of us are sleepyheads. We canceled our plan but we went for a ride instead.

It was all about reminiscing about his childhood memories, former schools and previous houses. What he used to do when he was a kid. What had happened when he was young. How sucky it was to wait for the bus after the school time.

We messed and dirty my car’s seats with the sweet potatoes that fell down when I fed him. The same goes for the sushi, crispy mushroom, and alien doughnuts. Milo is delicious and juicy so we tried hard not to spill out any drops of it.

The ride was fun, I couldn’t agree more. The monster and I felt so comfortable that we suddenly were praising the pleasure of sleeping. We headed home in the middle of the rain then.

A bowl of hot mushroom soup. A hug and lot of kisses.
were the next menu.

in the kitchen, i smiled. on the couch, i lay down. in my heart, i jumped.




p/s: thank you monster.



yours forever,
nfhms.

when the beauty turned into a beast

no more words of wisdom
no more acts of rationality
when all are words of annoyance
when actions are full of jealousy

i am a beast.

when the beauty is a saint
it creates a perfect scene.

when the saint is full of sins
a perfect scene sink.


behind you, silhouette of discontentment and envy.
because both of you and the beauty know the truth.

the beauty gets bitchy
is because of you.



beauty & the beast,
nfhms.

nightmare.

waking up and sweating, is not my favourite.
starts my day with a fear. i dislike this.

okay.
i am tired.
sick of playing with these nightmares.

i did wash my feet before i sleep.
i did pray before i close my eyes.

why did it keep haunting my nights?
oh, stop disturbing my beauty sleep.

nightmare.
nightmare.
nightmare.

i am tired.
have some mercy please..



sleepyhead,
nfhms.

hypocrisy, yes.

no matter how we reject society
or how fucked up we are
or how we thought it's individual right
we live in the society
and most probably would die in it.

reject as you might say
say to hell with living up to expectations
but in the end,
we realize we can't live alone.

you might throw everything away
and never give fuck to society expectations
if can, prove you can live alone.

it's a hypocrisy, yes.

but...

it's also a glove that protects humans from
becoming beings lower than animals.