be bad, be mine.
i have been waiting for this day to come.
the february was so much harsh on us..
and even though i enjoy going to the city hall
to see that guy, who will never give me his phone
number because of so much being 真面目 and
hardly ever the guy, who registered my marriage
would want to have fun with me, anyway
lol.
but he is so much cool. or so i want to think over w
even with this, ten times going is a lil bit too much.
most of the paper work is done for today. よかった。
and the most harsh part was to make bro doing something
(or pay taxes properly at least >////////<)
with his めんどくせー line of living this awesome life. yups.)
tomorrow will start as usual.
hot cocoa with cinammon in the early mornings,
going to somewhere simple and dear where usual people
could have never found love, but we can easily n soundly.
walking about Hara-Hara, holding hands and eating strawberry
pancakes to reach Aoyama and adore the house, we will live.
the pass the evening and hide in some blue lighten bar on the
52th floor to watch over the night Tokyo along with frozen
coctails (and fondue <3) to be merged with the touching silence.
(it took me three hours to find in all the Tokyo the bar i do like :O)
it is amazing, how so many people do not remember the day,
they got married or just prefer to pass it through without notice.
up untill now as thousand years earlier we are still remembering.
the very first spoken words, the very first places we have reached,
the very first glances and the very first 一つになること。
(キースは・・・?キースは?!過ぎたじゃねいか・・・こいつやべぞ!)
love is when he remembers the color of lingerie, you were wearing
for the first time (c) XD i am still amazed of this adorable memory.
こいつはやべぞ・・・すぐ脱ぐー。
it is not that our memories are different towards each other
DD
that is what makes it excessively eternal.
...
i was wondering today why koreans (how i hate koreans my gods!)
are not dying one by one because of the food they are eating :O
we were eating korean ramen today and end up almost with holes
in our stomaches./// how much i hate koreans, chinese and even
more the people, who mix our precious japanese culture all in one.
would have erased everyone!
today i shared the idea with bro.
it would have been so great if everyone except us had to die.
pretty much ironically i was questioned, who would make us
food, games and where from people to use will be coming..
*sign* such an inconvenience, indeed **
time to watch another perfect dream.
tender the night *
the february was so much harsh on us..
and even though i enjoy going to the city hall
to see that guy, who will never give me his phone
number because of so much being 真面目 and
hardly ever the guy, who registered my marriage
would want to have fun with me, anyway

but he is so much cool. or so i want to think over w
even with this, ten times going is a lil bit too much.
most of the paper work is done for today. よかった。
and the most harsh part was to make bro doing something
(or pay taxes properly at least >////////<)
with his めんどくせー line of living this awesome life. yups.)
tomorrow will start as usual.
hot cocoa with cinammon in the early mornings,
going to somewhere simple and dear where usual people
could have never found love, but we can easily n soundly.
walking about Hara-Hara, holding hands and eating strawberry
pancakes to reach Aoyama and adore the house, we will live.
the pass the evening and hide in some blue lighten bar on the
52th floor to watch over the night Tokyo along with frozen
coctails (and fondue <3) to be merged with the touching silence.
(it took me three hours to find in all the Tokyo the bar i do like :O)
it is amazing, how so many people do not remember the day,
they got married or just prefer to pass it through without notice.
up untill now as thousand years earlier we are still remembering.
the very first spoken words, the very first places we have reached,
the very first glances and the very first 一つになること。
(キースは・・・?キースは?!過ぎたじゃねいか・・・こいつやべぞ!)
love is when he remembers the color of lingerie, you were wearing
for the first time (c) XD i am still amazed of this adorable memory.
こいつはやべぞ・・・すぐ脱ぐー。
it is not that our memories are different towards each other

that is what makes it excessively eternal.
...
i was wondering today why koreans (how i hate koreans my gods!)
are not dying one by one because of the food they are eating :O
we were eating korean ramen today and end up almost with holes
in our stomaches./// how much i hate koreans, chinese and even
more the people, who mix our precious japanese culture all in one.
would have erased everyone!
today i shared the idea with bro.
it would have been so great if everyone except us had to die.
pretty much ironically i was questioned, who would make us
food, games and where from people to use will be coming..
*sign* such an inconvenience, indeed **
time to watch another perfect dream.
tender the night *