среда, 05 ноября 2014
09:04

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be bad, be mine.
maybe, for the first time in my life i did care.
how weird it would be to look you in the eyes after.
what words, what worlds i would choose to give you?
would you ever speak back to me?..

you make my teeth clench and my hands shake,
do you ever see what you do to me?

you make me girlish. and i hate it so. w
but at the same time it is so natural and so right.
being us, together. flirting across the people in between.

i am never q with you.
i am just me.
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Gingerbread latte, the souls entwined.
watching people passing the crossroads.
stay with me, love. please, do stay long.

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06:51

～それでもいいよ。366日間。

be bad, be mine.
you made my world dazzling. flashing in different lights.
and i can not get my eyes off you. my so perfect partner.
the only one in the room, i can somehow reason with..

all my life was the holding of one greatest tragedy.
the only memory of bloodshed, falling and afterwards.
you took me for who i somewhere was. simply that.

that is magic, love.
your hands are as cold as the ice. and yet, burning.

i think, together we can shut off all the lights easily.)

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четверг, 30 октября 2014
15:42

.36.

be bad, be mine.
- because your eyes are crazy.
- not that crazy.
- crazy enough.

i would wage a war in your name, just like that.

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пятница, 17 октября 2014
09:07

~Samhain, come again.

be bad, be mine.


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среда, 15 октября 2014
13:02

~it`s Wednesday again.

be bad, be mine.
lying in the bed all day, gathering stars out the window.
pumpkin soup, apple pound, marshmallow chocolate..
lover is coming home early.

and there are less red leaves yet.
this early autumn is breath-taking.

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четверг, 09 октября 2014
18:35

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be bad, be mine.
a seduction, that lies half-way.

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18:24

~pure magic is made by your hands.

be bad, be mine.
相方.
he often uses this word instead of saying hey, lover.
and let me admit it here.

you will never know the perfect partner, until you meet one.
because all the prejudice, assumptions and hopes don`t matter.
it took me heart to know that perfect is someone, who is like you.
you would hate your minuses, non-adjustment heightened.. much.
it is like looking in the mirror and see all your downs and depths.

but that is what makes you love him like crazy.
because he knows all your spins, inspirations and detachment.
all the rules and that little chaos in your hands that makes you flawed.
beautifully morbid and comfortably distorted.

it is not a great romance. it is not talking about eternities.
but hey, he is the only one in this room who is still the same.
and i love him so.

i do not need a great tragedy.
i gave up my soul for it once. and it will last centuries.
i need someone, who would get the point on a breath.

and we made it work.

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вторник, 07 октября 2014
10:00

~someone anyone.

be bad, be mine.
the best holiday is to wake up somewhere in the bed,
listening to the heavy rain outside and nothing matters.
slices of pizza, whiskey, warmth, so long awaited..

my favorite place for lunch once in a time.
my favorite and long forgotten intentions.
and i love you so. this autumn, so much.

maybe one day
i would finally wipe out the whole world for you.
but now i just want to adore this autumn together.

Christmas is coming soon, lover.



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среда, 01 октября 2014
07:37

~pray tell.

be bad, be mine.
i do believe, that there can`t be love from the first sight.
when i first saw you, i thought that i would never love you.
we talked once or twice, maybe. and you took off the place.
when you returned i dropped the book out of my hands. and.
my heart dropped deep. the flame inside went rogue.

i still can not explain to myself, how you made me fall for you.
but i adore you for that. you know.

sometimes we do not have enough words to deliver.
but our eyes never lie.

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вторник, 30 сентября 2014
20:06

~K., afterwards.

be bad, be mine.
i love you,
because you are as much distorted as i am. maybe, even more.
but most of all, i like the person, i become while i am with you.
more passionate, eager to learn, follow up and challenge ahead.
i love all that little chaos that we can make, being together.

maybe, one day we will do part.
but believe my thorough words, lover.
i can give you my last first kiss for that.

it is going to be hell lot of time before that comes.
du fond du coeur.

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четверг, 25 сентября 2014
16:38

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be bad, be mine.
they say that hatred might actually hurt.
especially if it comes from someone, you once loved.
and it hurts even more if you keep on loving against.

but i would not give you that, no.
because that would imply that i feel something too.
that i somehow, deeply within and a little bit - care.

i do not.
that is why i will give you peace and unconcern.
indifference. it hurts as nothing much. even more.
i remember how i wish i were dead if not looked at.

i am busy. i am busy being in love and dancing within.
i am cruel, but i was not made for hatred. i hated much.

that is why, i will slip to nothingness.
i am so inspired to be mad for someone, something, all.

hatred would make it shade.
i want it as colorful as my black-black heart now is.

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среда, 24 сентября 2014
16:38

368.don`t want you for the weekend, don`t want you for the night.

be bad, be mine.
promised myself once before
that i would never guess.
that i would never wear dresses.
that i would never fall in love again.

but why so afraid to fall?
that was then and this is now.
horizons look different in a modern age.

it is so easy to be with someone, who is so much like you.
who would break the same line, the same circle and the same turn.
i can make it about why someone is not like someone else, but true.

is that we are ourselves only when we are real.
and i want to love someone, i can be real with.

just that, nothing else. something else?
i am the type, who easily hates those, once crossed with.

as my adorable Remarque used to say,
you would rather not mark the love with after friendship.
the end is the end.

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четверг, 18 сентября 2014
08:44

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be bad, be mine.
the best beginning of this autumn comes rich.
northern sea, early cheese cakes and lavender.
that new, abandoned feeling, i thought i would never
feel again. it is that simple and difficult and the same
moment, as if when you are dancing with someone new.
and there are misses, inspiration and so much ambitions.

intentions, desires, things to alternate.

hey, love. this sunrise comes anew.)

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понедельник, 01 сентября 2014
08:13

.inevitable?

be bad, be mine.
and everything, i knew we(you) were not.
...
my favorite season has come. autumn. fall.
he says, he would buy me another castle next year.
i say, there is a time to adjust and making new rules.

i am so happy to be.
i am determined to a fault.
...
i like loyal subjects. everyone does.
but in the very end it is not loyalty which goes first.
and it means nothing, coming unnatural as not-yours.

the only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding
like spiders across the stars.

those, who would say they want all deep down of me.
that they won`t step off. no matter, come what may.)

i adore that.
it inspires me to the great deals.

thank you, love. you can burn.
but there will be always those, who are to be burnt.

no guilt and you know that.

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пятница, 29 августа 2014
13:32

~falling though the fall.

be bad, be mine.
my new ISL rouge lipstick would fly to me from Nottingham.
(which is already out of sale here because of limited edition)
that still reminds me, that somewhere long ago i were.. there.
i had that dress that i liked, and like poor little Cosette i dreamed.
that one day i will buy myself that one dress and everything will be.
(not that it was ISL, though.w)

i graduated from myself and from the one, who taught me. success?
i learned how to make people stretch, bow and the art of deprivation.
the art of deception, for sure.

i bought myself that dress. i taught that boy how to fall in love with me.
there was someone, who used to tell me that i am not much of a princess.
and here, i say for queen.

the point has slipped, my bad.
no matter where i live, i fought hard for that. i fought for those, beside me.
and i keep on hating those, who keep shouting that they know who i am.
who i have somewhere been. who i have somewhere used to be. enough.

i changed, we change and there are so much to change.
those who keep on talking of the past, hope for the bullets to fly.

endlessly,
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there are carnivals to fetish, there are open arms to fall into.
there is Samhain to come so soon and new seasons to begin.
and there are always mebius something`s to be a part of non-intentionally.

i learned how to cut. and do not look back.
they say, you can always cut through the heart.
faster and rightly. who talks now about righteous?

i don`t.
it just so comes into my head from time to time.
that i want to take my gun and go shooting birds.

let us take another breath?
at least this love lasts past forever.

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13:04

hey lover, do you remember. when?

be bad, be mine.
just want your heartbeat, on top of mine.

why there are those,
who do not need a second to conspire?

why there are those,
where eternity won`t be enough to complete the same?

i can see both.
and no matter, how i hate to compare, i do.
it makes me wonder endlessly and dwell on.

words are meaningless.
how i could possibly explain, that no matter
how broken and messed my lover could be,
i would always take him instead of someone,
who try, try, try.. but would never be able to..

..comprehend?

leaving aside all the mind games, treasures and dignities.
i love those, who know how to sin properly. right through.
who can see me, through. no matter how distorted i am.

then, we lean on to the entwined.
...
this autumn my color (along with the flaw) is rouge.)
always, rouge.

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среда, 13 августа 2014
11:05

~and then there was the light.

be bad, be mine.
hundreds years of suffering and deception have passed.
and there is that crossroad, where there is a luxury to love one.
and if there is a time, when that is not going to be enough, soon.
there is always, another.

hundreds years of suffering and deception has passed.
there is no need for butterflies, chasing and joy any more.
i am not looking for love. i just want to dance.

and if there is someone to chase me, good.
but that is all on you. all the hell, pain and loss.
all the devastation.

i have my relish. i have my caution.
i have it all.

in some way, i might be blessed.

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понедельник, 28 июля 2014
16:02

~cut me, do i not bleed?..

be bad, be mine.
look out of the window,
it is almost August and i am still dwelling in my sweet delight.
i have a lot of holidays even though if i do not need so many.)
there are also a lot of jasmine, 梅こんぶ茶、麦茶、rose and lavender herbals.

eventually, i stopped flawing, yet i get frustrated a lot.
getting irritated on the details, wanting objects to smash.
then goes the herbal tea. and 30 blueberry bagels in the fridge.

that is nice to wonder through oriental salons, Balinese oils, winds.
because there is always something, you could actually lean on to.

and i have my dreamy place in Okinawa in autumn October.
and i have my islands to run to if i feel stressed and tempted.

i have a good something here.
my manor, my people, my wishes to come true.

i will love you forever or at least a very long time.

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понедельник, 14 июля 2014
09:22

~that lazy Monday.

be bad, be mine.
at times i tend to think, that we are still too young.
we could keep drinking wine near the old train station,
while i keep on looking through the new fashion today.
autumn collections, morning coffee, nothing special to do.
i threw out my cigarettes, i told almost all of them to go.
i do not flaw, i keep laying in my beautiful manor and dwell.

about Hawaiian pancakes in a new cafe, about Gucci pink
autumn coat which is nice, but i would rather spend those
on oils. about new haircut, cyclamen nails, rose facial, Guam..
in November, since i am that busy these days. about August.

i have the world.
but i like to sit in a bench in front of the nearest gardens.

simplicity. it takes you soon.
i am so inspired to break less these days.)

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среда, 09 июля 2014
09:57

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be bad, be mine.

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