the autumn falls down on us, this year.
and i desperately want to revive these moments over and over again.
where we can fight over the smallest things, wrapping the ribbons
all over the unimportant details and false accusations, occasions.
i might doing shots of tequila later with my best friend, but hello.
in the end of the day i am always back to you, where the afterwards
make up sex just simplify everything and eventually blows my mind.)

i have that bad line, love. which i can not get rid of no matter what..
if you scratch me only a little, i tend to call on to those, who are stronger.
i know that is so. weak, lame, distorted and clearly fucked up in the end.
i wish i could live without it one day, but i know that i probably can not.

i hate taking claws on you.
i love you more than hell all together.

that is why i always call those, who would happily would.
but nothing is nothing, and all the ribbons are red again.
marble stairs in this cathedral were built by these hands
five hundred years ago.
...
spent about 30K on things, running around the town.
someone spoiled me with new Kelly order-made bag.
300K, they say. and i am as happy as a child today.

everything should go my way.
all your kings, all your sex and your diamonds.

meanwhile.
Starbucks finally gave out a chestnut latte, i adore.
i adore things, you know. i so adore to adore things.

i am 25.
i have three companies to run, my boys and my money.
all the people i hated, finally ceased to exist and got fired.

what would i desire this beautiful fall more.
i can not even imagine.