плачу, как сука, под first love юнги
мое пианино - это вордовский документ
мое сорванное плечо - моя неспособность почувстовать вдохновение

시작은 미약할지언정 끝은 창대하리

других молитв не знаю

he also found that dead bug, and he is like "but who will know that, right?", so he just tried to bullshit some photos of that dead little guy, but then he gave up and told me it aint gonna work.

i learned that he is kinda scared of big stray dogs. i walked past them first, because he didnt, so i just walked there, like a big brave girl i am, looking them right in the eyes, smiling and bowing a little, saying hi doggo and bye doggo here and there, and they were more scared of us, those big fluffy things, they were laying down but when i approached they stood up, looking like little betas, and only one dog was just laying down, not making a big deal outta it, so when we walked by, he just walked second, and when i said that diplomacy is a key, he smiled at me, impressed sparkle in his eyes, so, i think, i passed that test, didnt i?
there was also a road, and he made me to hold his hand, and i pretended he is my hero, because why the fuck not.

his beard is freaking adorable, okay, it makes him look like a teddy bear, and its like, not brown or dark whatsoever, its like, kinda? blond, a little on the ginger side, and it makes his eyes look bluish, like water, and his chin is bigger like that, and that chin dimple is covered with stubble, and his hair is sticking everywhere, and its interesting, its like, a little bouncy, not soft, or silky, its messy, like him, and when wind blows, he is like anime character, and its adorable too. his stomach is growing into a beer craddle, and he has these two moles on it, and a happy trail, and its a little funny, but not that unpleasant, i dont mind it, really, i think its rather cute for some unknown reason, and fuck, those freaking arms, i want to kermit from fangirling over those arms, and his tats, and when we is just about to cross the road, he is sticking his arm, like a protective fucker he is, and i just screaming on the inside. i have this huge aromantic crush on him, and its just sad, something dies a little when we talking about girls, couse i am not in his list, and its not like id ever have a courage to let myself be like that, even if he liked me in i wanna have a family with you kinda way, not i want to go places with you, lets elope to niderlands someday, smoke some, bone someone together ya know. he is adorable when he smiles, when he naggs, while bullshitting his way through life.
and i want to hold him "i d be happy if...", and theres city under our feet, and i want to hold his hand but i would not, because theres something that could not be cured by this, and thats yours and mine souls.
its a perfect place to say i love you, and i wish youd love me like i love you. we could grow old together, like friends, id gave you half of what i have, but i only have you, id give you part of my soul, but you are there already.

блевать хочется с того, как я себя веду.
не ставлю себя ни во что. сама же.