you got me.
and i got it all.

you do always amuse me, love. after all these years.
there are still parts of you that make me shimmering.
like, literally make my fingers tremble when near you.
it is when i am about to eat my over-calorie food, you come in.
- (calmly) babe, are you having your breakfast like now?
(yet you promised it is okay to choose the most pricey place
in Hawaii if i lose another 13kg, man! you are making me diet)
hamburger something just stuck in my throat, but i am so happy.
because i like to watch you work. i adore your moves, speaking.
it was always you i wanted to become, even being like nineteen.
in that fairytale i always hated that king, who always do nothing
but rules. who need you to rule, anyway? that stupid character,
who always knew best. who always hit misses more than hopes.
i mean, okay. i was married to one for a couple of hundred years.
but i love the king, who can paint his own palace, just do all the job.
who knows markets, subjects, who knows how to hold on to your insides.
it is just so sex, so adorable, so strong and tremendously breathtaking shit.)

i am rich like hell, i am loved like a queen, i am free to do whatever i want.
my buyer got me that blue dior bag, i craved so much.
i can die now, already? w

i want a Cockatoo.
i want an overkill calorie food. like, whole cake now.
i want to dance. i want that kiss mark loubuotin bag.
i want to Macau, (he says Hawaii) and i adjust.

pretty much paradise to me, i suppose.