And in her eyes you see nothing. No sign of love behind the tears, cry for no one. A love that should have lasted years.
The only words that make my heart cry. I am not crying. My heart is. Because deep down, it knows that Paul McCartney was right when singing those words. I also cry for no one and nothing at all when menstruating. This was supposed to be very poetic and true, but it turned out very uncomfortable and real, ha! Maybe I should just keep it this way. A mix of music, poetry, opinions, realness and random shit. Love it!
I was once on a skiing vacation when I looked down in my knickers and freaked out. I had completely forgotten that it was about due to a new cycle. I ran around the hotel I was staying at asking every single woman whether or not they had a pad I could borrow. Finally, when I had lent a package from my older neighbor's girlfriend (awkward as hell), I saw that they sold period products in the reception. In my defense, they were hidden behind a giant cage of water! Ah, well. Since then I check my calender every single day, just to be sure.
Song: For no one by The Beatles
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RandomMy favourite parts from old-ass songs and my opinion about them. Sometimes a little piece of poetry sneaks in, sometimes a fun story or life lesson.
