Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
She paints her nails, washes her hair every day, wanders through the city, smokes in the streets, goes window-shopping, maybe ducks into a bookstore to buy a book she’ll never read, just for the pleasure of seeing it wrapped up in a package.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs for you…
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Я сядy y вашей пpавой pyки
И выпью тепло ладони до дна.
О Боже, как белы ваши виски,
Так много я вам довеpить должна.
Мне снился сегодня ночью ваш дом,
В котоpом я никогда не была.
Я часто бываю в доме дpyгом,
А вас я, навеpное, выдумала.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Sometimes we build such high walls for protection that we forget that our greatest enemy can grow from within.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
When you know someone a long time, you become accustomed to their idiosyncrasies, which is a fancy word for their unique habits.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I cannot bear the thought of you
in someone else’s arms
yet imagining you alone is sad.
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