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Та й взагалі перший зорепад так гарно блен

Вперше загадала бажання на падаючу зірку так волнітєльно

Мене байтять два дні підряд

Від паслєднєго обеда до ковбаси Крока

–Я піду чайник поставлю –Окей... Ой Аріна –А –А можеш чайник поставити

Після цього аріна варила ЗЛІСТЬ в чайнику

–Я піду чайник поставлю –Окей... Ой Аріна –А –А можеш чайник поставити

Приїхала в Пустомити щоб поставити парні зі скінс

Це адекватна реакція на подругу по–вашому??

Це адекватна реакція на подругу по–вашому??

It feels like cheating There’s a man staring at me from the building entrance. He seems sweet, a bit burly. He’s not the first one, undeniably—it’s been years. Still and all, the person inside me feels lonely. So I don’t smile at him, Pretending to be busy. There’s a woman; she’s older. Incredibly clever. She seems graceful, dresses in all leather. The most she does is make my neck go redder. I have no interest in her whatsoever, So I go around, Searching for better. My wrists feel tied up, my hands are cuffed. My feet refuse to walk. Head spinning, the whole body feels drugged. I stutter whenever I talk. There’s a lad right there, at my window. He looks up, knocks a few times. I wave him off—how mad—as if I know Their kinds. So, lorn, I roll down my blinds, Not playing the love game—staying at the sidelines. There’s a lass; she works hard all day through. Her hair’s red; she has a prominent jaw. I heard about the things she’s into. Yet there’s always a line I should draw. So I neglect her hints, Pretending it’s her gestures that I never saw. This feels wrong, the feelings I have. It’s been a long time. I should’ve listened, should’ve cleared the path For some new partners in crime. It feels like cheating, talking to someone who’s not you. I’m sorry for wording it that way. It feels like cheating, and you don’t have a clue About how things seem to me till day. There’ll be those men and women in your life, If not already. And I’m curious for when you’ll realise: It feels like cheating to end things so easily. It feels like cheating, letting us Be happy. #вірш

He’s gotta fight. He doesn’t have to win. And when he gets kicked out, He’ll know that I’m near— ’Cause the rain would get heavier With each step that I take. And even with a battered face, He’s gonna laugh at every joke I say. If I hug him—he’ll hug me tighter. If I kiss him—he’ll loosen his grip. And when he sees me, his mood will brighten, Even if he’s clutching his broken ribs. If they claim me an alien—he’s gonna be an alien with me. And if he can’t, he’s gonna move to Mercury. If I say I want no creep and dream of a hero, He’ll let me know before climbing through my window. He’s gotta be weak, So I can tell him it’s gonna be better someday. He’s gotta be strong— Not be afraid to throw a blow straight away. I like them a little sarcastic, yet gentle. Brainless. A perfect image that claims to be a rebel. No patience. And still, he’ll watch every single movie I recommend, Even the stupid romcoms. Not gonna question all the time he spent Dealing with my senseless problems. #вірш