the garden of love is green without limit....

above is my pathetic attempt at being quirky, but not too much quirkiness so people won't know im trying to be quirky

if u click these pink flowers, you will see what's under all of that quirkiness

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and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.

here are my socials, if u won't follow ur ugly, things u should know before u follow:

- i can't change my roblox username, so don't judge.
- beware of cringey reviews of books.
- haven't been (re)posting on pinterest for a long time

hello! my name is carmen. first thing you need to know about me is that i'm not an aesthetic person in real life. don't let this fool you into thinking i am, because i'm really not. second, if you're racist, sexist and all ist-ist, stop reading this and leave. anyway, i'm a she, a pisces, a reader and a gamer. what i mean by gamer is that i play is roblox and roblox only. my real name is not carmen, that's just a name from a song by my favorite artist: lana del rey called carmen.

Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

a quote i somehow like:

Cool Girl Monologue by Gillian Flyyn in Gone Girl (Movie Version):
"Nick and Amy will be gone. But then we never really existed. Nick loved a girl I was pretending to be. Cool girl. Men always use that, don’t they?  As their defining compliment. She’s a Cool girl. Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrin loving manner and then presents her mouth for fucking. She like what he likes. So, evidently, he’s vinyl hipster who loves fetish monger. If he likes girls gone wild, she’s a mall babe who talks football and endures buffalo wings at Hooters. When I met Nick Dunne, I knew he wanted a cool girl and for him, I’ll admit, I was willing to try. I wax stripped my pussy raw. I drank canned beer watching Adam Sandler movies. I ate cold pizza and remained a size 2. I blew him… semi regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy some of it… Nick teased out in my things I didn’t know existed. A lightness, a humour, an ease. But I made him smarter, sharper, I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people. We were the happiest people we knew. And what’s the point of being together if you’re not the happiest. But Nick got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally then he dragged me, penniless, to the naval of this great country and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier Cool Girl. You think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win!"

"The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh" - A Poem by rumi

the reason why i hate frogs:

it all started when I was around ten years old when my mom told me to give something (i think it's food) to our neighbors. it was before dinner and the sun already set so it's dark and the rain just stopped. so now you can imagine how frogs will appear in this story. anyway, the path to my neighbor's house isn't cemented so there's mud everywhere (considering it also just rained) and also another factor to add here is that there's not much light around there, poor me. i was wearing slippers (i'm from the ph, so if you're also from there, u know) and holding the food, so i was walking slowly to not trip and land face first in the mud. somehow i stepped on or near, i think a frog, and the frog and his friends jumped on my feet. and all i felt was slimy, wet and disgusting jumping freaks. i screamed. i forgot all about the food and ran back home. i washed and washed and scrubbed and scrubbed my whole body. from then on i swore that if i touched another frog in my lifetime, i would cut off my limb. that's why i hate frogs. another fuel that's adding to my raging hatred towards frogs was how people like it now?! so much so, they would put it everywhere, as their wallpapers, keep them as PETS??!! and on food?!! on cakes??!! no, never will i understand. i suppose they wouldn't understand me either, but they have to know, it was a horrifying and terrifying experience. the food is fine btw, my brother delivered it instead. and also the road there is now cemented.

showing u a link of somebody else hating frogs, so i don't feel alone:
reddit-why_i_hate_frogs_and_why_you_should_too