sunt bine


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Drama. Viata mea, intr-un cuvant.

Trebuie sa fie mereu complicat. Altfel, te plictisesti, nu-i asa Gladiola?

Triunghiuri. Soapte. Legaturi bolnavi delicioase. Pacatele lui. Pacatele mele. Pacatele celorlalti. Pacatele ei.

Durerea sinonimul placerii. Nopti lungi. Lacrimi. Ganduri nebune. Lux.

Despre tradare ca lifestyle.

Lumini. Luna plina. Cladiri inalte. Cockteiluri in cristale. Parfumuri scumpe. Aston Martin.
Londra. Los Angeles. Tokyo.

Caut inspiratie in asternuturi albe. Miros de bordel.
Make up. Break up. Viata urmareste un stylist care e inca in training.
Dorinte murdare.

Urme lasate de o funie pe incheieturile mainii.
Te poti abtine cand sunt in genunchi?

Capcana dintre un perete rece si caldura unui corp. Going in. Going out.
Climax.

 

Sunt bine.

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Love is hard. If you completely submit to it, you risk the chance of your heart being ripped out. If you don’t, you risk being cold. You risk the chance of your entire life being wasted on one person and all of your experiences being based on that one person, but you also risk the chance of being truly happy because you’re experiencing the right love. Emotions are tricky, as are interactions with people.

But your quote is all too true. I’m lucky I never was *that* girl, but that could be why I’ve had four marriage proposals but never trusted myself to actually make one of them my husband.

Loves are like that


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“ You heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and independence. After a while, you started throwing people out – your friends and everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take down with it. I’ve seen that happen to a lot of girls. That’s why I’m sick of Love.” Shantaram, David Gregory Roberts