.. She's a smart, like a hundred wise men, and trusting as a child. She waits for summer and spring comes to the heart. It is incredibly fond of her family, friends and relatives. Those who are close by.
Not just close by, but somewhere in the heart. They make her dream of. While she was alive, would be eternal summer. And most importantly, that you can not think about anything when she's around ... she loves when she ask for advice, but it is stretching the problems of others ... She always says it will do what he wants, but always does what he wants others ... She has many friends, but she always feels the emptiness ... It says that everything is ready to quit and start all over again, but he knows that he can not do it ... It never self-confident, but it just seems ... it snow - not sweet. She not breathe lightly and not believing. In the mind - the smoke from cigarettes, instead of clarity. In the rhymes - freestyle sonority of carelessness. Bitter poison it keeps sweet. To him - "hello" in the pride. At night, never sleeps. Strange ... Strict probably beautiful. Not enough breaths. Choking. She writes that happy ...
He pretends to be ... She loves the wind, a smile, meetings, wine, chocolate, smiling bystanders. Out of the house later, under the same evening, it's easier to hide your eyes and be on the other bed. She will smile, dream, invent - and always will be for someone Biggest Joy to the world ... She does not sleep at night, sleeps closer to five.
Think about the different dreams, and that need to wake up at seven. Of course, hardly stands up, starts looking for brains, and coffee for breakfast, no sugar burns her inside. She going on the run, dressed in an elevator, and wet hair dries in the street cold morning wind. SAhe always forgets turn off the light when leaving the house.
Walking barefoot on the cold floor and solves the dreams of a clever books. Do not believe in love, or rather does not want to believe. Locks himself in the castle and wants to fly to the north.
It is neurotic and hysterical, often wind the very same herself, not like the sun, and probably happy just to overcast days. In the evenings it warms up with a lemon tea and chat in icq, and spray cold water on the face and help them to finally go down. It just does not follow the day / week / calendar date, can not remember Ohm's law and read poetry, write down their crazy random thoughts with a pencil at random, and then their rhymes, again making sure that it is stupid. Outside always the driving rain, the cold wind, and she is struggling to make its weather, it is noticed. She herself puts the problem with an infinite number of unknowns, and often laughs, knowing laughter - the cure for all the world ... It smells like caramel and the fog, watching a movie concept in funny shoes. She knows how to lie and honestly hates it when it is called "sunshine", she can not cry, but tears of loves of heaven, crazy brown eyes and good stories ... She hates the smell of rain and deceptions, and cinnamon.
She spent hours sitting near open window. And if a new acquaintance was again not the prince, laughing, shrugs her shoulders and wherpered under her breath: "It is - a life" .... So beautiful.
Unavailable.
He smiles and sad at heart. For the life of the lonely. No, not abandoned. Just a vague ... With her cockroaches in he head and the crumbs from the cookies in bed ... fell asleep at night do not wake up in the morning ... It is vitally secured chocolate and candy loving and trusting ... ... ... Fleeting and seasoned self and exceptional ... Almost weightless and delicate ... blindly believing in love with ray ... Ever ...
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