hiii if you could have dinner with 5 ppl alive or dead who would you choose? (For the blurb i dont mind what its about or who it is with x)
ohhh that is a good one! a difficult one, too :D hmm… maybe with Claude Monet, Vincent Van Gogh, Chris Martin from Coldplay, my grandma and Alexander McQueen? (wow what a weird mixture)
3 things Ithink of when I see your blog:
honeymoondestination: Vancouver/Canada
where youfirst met: at one of his band`s concerts
cute thinghe does for you on valentine’s day: buy you a bunch of dark red roses
present hegets you on your birthday: a cool t-shirt and a polaroid camera
song hededicates to you: The only reason
random word in German: Sternschnuppe (shooting star)
Michael would not let you into the bathroom. “Open the door, idiot!”, you shouted, half laughing, half angry. “Not yet, just give me one more minute please!”, you heard Mikeys muted voice throught the door. “Fine!”, you groaned and proceeded to slide down the wall until you were sitting on the carpet. You had been out all day, first at school and then at work and had looked forward to just refresh yourself a bit and then relax in bed with your boyfriend - but no, that stubborn guy had not allowed you to even change into comfy clothes and free your face of your make-up. You were wondering what on earth he was doing in there, but also your body was aching like hell and your eyelids were so heavy…
You must have been fallen asleep, because a light tap on your shoulder shook you awake. Where had the last 30 minutes been gone? You were confused. All you could see was the face of your boyfriend up close: “ Hey, sleeping beauty. You wanna see what you`ve been waiting for?” You could just nod, still feeling dizzy and Michael wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you up. Your legs felt like pudding and started to tingle as the blood rushed back into the veins. you made a few steps (Michael`s hand not leaving your waist, you were swaying dangerously), then grabbed his arm. Michael had a huge grin plastered on his face and opened the door to the bathroom slowly. He giggled quietly as he heard you gasp at the sight of a dozen light candles which were illuminating the room softly. Calm music was playing in the background and the tub was filled with something that smelled amazing. “Wanna join me?”, Michael said while getting rid of his shirt. You could just nod and began to mimic his actions…
