you make me fuzzy wuzzy jelly welly in my stomach

i'm reliving the old days...

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i will always remember you, i hope you'll do the same for me.

you're my clodpoll, i'm your nudnik

hmmm.....i think the three similarities that we have is as much as it can get. 
you know, i'm a person who believes in galimatious stuff easily so please don't make me your liripoop. i've been in enough garboil and i think yes, my eyes have finally seen the light. 




every word you said drops down to the ground like petals from a flower. but i would like to thank you, for providing the sugar for my coffee.  

mes sentiments acheminés par des couleurs

  This is the vivid side of me-a part that only a few get to glimpse at.

In love with minimalist designs.

cheers =)

the first word after two months.....

After two months of sheer hush hush, you say your first word: sorry.
Hahah i find it really ironic and funny. But it's a good start, even though it's only one word. 
Here's my respond to your sorry: "It's okay. Really it is. And you don't have to be afraid of anything." 

il est venu à moi immédiatement

She's traveling to somewhere far away. Her look tells it all; she is born in a rich family. It's spring time and the flowers are in bloom. The fresh smell of flowers and pine trees attract her to take a stroll in the park. She captivates the eyes of strangers as she walks. As she looks back behind her, a camera snaps. It caught her at the perfect moment, just when the wind was blowing through her hair and at the right angle-capturing her serene face beautifully. 

pouvons nous commençons plus d'encore