Blue Mannequin

Je m'appelle Miss Mo . Je ne parle pas francais . 17 . Virgo . Art & Music & K-anything . Under this American moonlight .

I swear. When I talk to him I loose my senses. I can’t hold up a normal conversation!

I always make it awkward.
Or an emotional problem.
Or talk about art… which he loves but can make for a terrible singular topic of conversation:(

Why do we humans force something that’s not working out?

Why chase a guy when you’re the only one putting in effort? Right? That’s the logical train of thought! So why can’t I make myself understand this?

  • what the box says: serves four
  • what it means: serves me

  • School: I'll do this shit at home
  • Home: I'll do this shit at school