I tell him: “What are you made of? What are you made of???” Life is beautiful again, trees are blooming in your heart, you have no questions, you are lucky, you strong, if you want…

Thank you and good bye…

My self-sufficiency is growing, while decreasing the number of my friends …

Another post for half a year.
And this time I’m not waiting for happiness, I am on the way to it.
Expectations, it was not enough …

And you love shit?

song of the day

Philip selway
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by some miracle

my sentimentality, my depression

Once again, instead of love I offer sex, instead of the truth I get a lie. We areare all in a the narrow framework , we are puppets , whonever get out of their threads , weare insignificant , we are either good or bad …

Despair, emptiness, despair …
None of what I said did not become a reality … More time? Efforts? Luck?
I’m 19, I’m empty as the glass burst, I’m clean as a spring breeze …

I haven`t got a time to write here… My life is very intensive… This period of my life includes:  mysterious autumn, daily stupid work, some hash on the weekends, interesting and useful sport, warm and dry home, rare meeting with the guys and long long waiting for a miracle…

      Miracle is:

• Europe with autumn streets
• Hot crazy sex in the big bed in his home
•  New Year’s Eve on the island bounty
• New cool job
• Soul balance
• Quality portfolio
• And a little bit of love

Waiting…

All needs in Radiohead, But I need not to be lonely…

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