Annabel Bloomfield @annabelabee - Tumblr Blog

My lipstick brings

And ice cream

Rings

Episodes of something I haven’t seen

Makes me want to scream

Tides and their jellyfish

That go with it…

But who’s in my shower

In my dreams?

And why am I not feeling anything?

Lulu loves her lemons

Where Chat GPT meets political correctness lets just Google or Reddit, cus I want your real opinion not the standardised bullshit… what are Slavic ladies really like?

Spirituality is not about belief it's about seeing clearly, not everything that is relevant is interesting but everything that is random probably really appeals to me, nuances and all the intrigue with words I’ve been reading, stories I’ve been hearing and have yet to tell you. A place for my poetry. But prose is just for reading. Because Austen is all commencing. Nin is being rewritten. I live for the disparaging… sentences because who can say you are NOT needed, I think it’s obligatory, that you show me everything. Thank you again for not blinking, I believe you this time before anybody… when you say the words I LOVE YOU, really.

Sensual Goddess lies bleeding because she knows everything touches her so deeply.

Stop acting small, You may be a tiny nymph but at heart your energy is big, Paris may be tall, who wore it better between women, no one cares anymore, as long as you got it at Selfridges, but why not just max the card out in Harrods, I think somewhere down the line Paris got a nose job… No I’m not an actress I just like to grab your attention, I think it might be working… /how does she walk in those?

Umbrellas in the sun and BMW convertibles that take me to the moon...

The nymphs prerogative will be the death of me, metaphorically speaking, because I will live on forever in this world and the next, as the penultimate pleasure right before the cascade, the build up before the mountain peaks the grasses right before the river plummets and melts into the ocean sea...

~ a 12th dimensional goddess lives inside of me

HAVE A NICE DAY/ ITS RAINING MEN, AGAIN AMEN… Can you explain it to me?

Red hot cherries

On a blazing fire

On a roof

Two men stand

They are wild

Young

Scared

One of them has everything but a gun

He cannot even wield it

He is too weak

A girl with a big heart

She waited

But nothing happened

So we left it.

~

The temptress

Ruins

The male mind

He knows he has statues

But nothing to wield them

He needs a counterpart

It will fall apart with her.

If Paris can do it so can I/ the joys of unemployment... embrace the casualness of not knowing where you are going, as long as you show up in a nice dress, in my opinion wear the leopard print but ditch the cigarette, perhaps my future really is as a stand up comedian? The devil wants you to wear fake nails cus 666, where are your real ones? lets make our own dresses, authentic couture over cheap plastic synthetics, bullshit over genius... just... wing it. I love Paris too.

/What would YOU do? because you can do anything you want to...

Only eats vegetables and chicken/ just checking out the meat aisle anyway?

Britney apparently founded vegetarianism in 2001 But she does eat chicken And whilst she supports anti fur campaigns She also wears it

Just checking out the merchandise But apparently her diet really consists mainly of canned vegetables And chicken

Just like Me

What are the stars eating? Find out more in retro outdated tabloids Or just ask chatgpt... for the history.

Paris’s Instagram is not as interesting as looking at the tabloids of the 2000s Now magazines barely exist And all the paper is really thin What she is showing off is better when it comes naturally Tanning on the beach with her little doggy Or drinking her coffee

I prefer it to the newer barbies.

Sometimes love is found in a fish tank, thank you for not swimming RIGHT away. First dates and should we… wait or? Reveal the mystery already…

Magic might be the only answer, to explain it to him, the magnets that pull, but it’s not always that interesting…after, because you’re beautiful but the real world is full of fish that don’t know how to swim…

Just leave him alone… darling cus you might find something better, it’s still Thursday anyway…

why don’t you give up on the romance and try and get practical? Love will trump everything, you should have listened when you pressed your ear up against me… a lot is said in great distances, if only you could feel me telepathically, you might dream of random things and realise our synchronicity (and the fact that I’m a mermaid). Because the fish that swim beneath you might just be listening to everything…

You’re only a heartbeat away from your new found ‘destiny’

And what was your name again?

I think you’re my soul mate.

Your sweetheart lives in healing

Your twin flame, Ealing?

Fuck, I hope he’s not reading this…

And I hope he doesn’t know what I’m thinking

Cus 69 all over again

The whole game will be lost

My cards revealed

Maybe I aced it anyway…

/hey what are you reading.