| The one thing l am proudest of in my whole life... is that you are happy with me. lf l couldn't... if l couldn't tell you that l was unhappy sometimes, it was because l didn't want to risk hurting the one person l treasure most. I'm so sorry... i want love. i want genuine love. i want someone who wouldn't just call me to hear my voice, but walk ninety-one-thousand-five-hundred-and-eighty-two steps, instead of taking his car, just to throw marbles at my window and ask for a taste of my latest poem. someone who would press his head to my heart and listen to it for hours, just because it puts his at ease. someone who would buy me a gorgeous old watch that didn't tick, because he wanted time to stop and let us live our moments. |
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| Where is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion's gone away And I don't need no carryin' on You stand in the line just to hit a new low You're faking a smile with the coffee you go You tell me your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces everytime And I don't need no carryin' on Cause you had a bad day You're taking one down You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know You tell me don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really don't mind You had a bad day |
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| umieram z miłości. czyli wszystko OK. opanowałam zdolność do pojawiania się tylko po to, żeby zaraz zniknąć. by Domik siedzisz mi w głowie, chamsko, jak zawsze i to bardzo, bardzo w Twoim stylu. mordercy, psychopaci, anioły, każdy ma swój punkt widzenia. a anioły chodzą w glanach. zniewalające poczucie własnej osobowości. cała ja. wszyscy uważaja, że jestem perwersyjna, konfliktowa, bezczelna i bezkomprowisowa. może i jestem. ale nie mam zamiaru się zmieniać. ot, szczerość i odwaga. rzadkie cechy. sentymentalna, konfliktowa idiotka, o nie-ziemskich sarnich oczach, chowająca się za rudą grzywką. nie ważne kto, ważne jak. niewielka pani szczęście, ruda dziewczynka, czasem zmieniająca się w rockową panienkę. niepunktualna, ciągle czymś odurzona, nieprzewidywalna, nikomu niczemu niepodporządkowana, niepokorna. i bardzo z siebie dumna. borówkowa calineczka. kahna. |
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- Current Residence: Cracow: city of short love..
- Interests: literature, 2nd World War, dreams
- Favourite movie: Titanic, Sixth Sense
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead, SoaD, RHCP, Dżem, SDM..
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, rock, rock forever
- Favourite artist: Roma Ligocka
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- Personal Quote: "Home is where your rump rests."
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I remember such moments..
Then you must love, love very soundly..
Kobieto, puchu marny, Ty wietrzna istoto, ile Cię trzeba cenić ten tylko sie dowie, kto Cię stracił.
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....Feel My Tears...Feel My Falling Rain...Feel My Pain
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Bryan.
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