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Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
P/N/
Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That оn that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
H/P/
I wanted to tear this love to pieces
but it was supple it entangled my hands
and my hands are bound with love
people ask whose prisoner I am
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
J/R/
One day,
when I wake up at 3 a.m,
unable to sleep,
I will look next to me
and you will be there.
Sleeping peacefully beside me
and suddenly,
the world won`t seem so lonely.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
J/Q/
Deep inside, she new, who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her pesonality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, or often, nothing at all.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
H/L/
I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty and art and horror of everything this world has to offer.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
R/K/
he placed his hands
on my mind
before reaching
for my waist
my hips
or my lips
he didn't call me
beautiful first
he called me
exquisite
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
R/S/
Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
* * *
my truth.
in all honesty
I never miss
what I walk away from
there is no regret
in walking away from someone
who gave me a reason
to leave them behind
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
A/M/
The most intimate thing we can do is to allow people we love most to see us at our worst. At our lowest. At our weakest. True intimacy happens when nothing is perfect.