KatiaLondon

Something tears me to pieces, shining and iridescent, flying on aquatic wings to slyly smiling nightly sky, to brightly-dark blue, as slippery fish. Polshestogo mornings, and I clear unspeakable notes and nedogovorennoe, but it is unimportant me, to me volatile is mixture from potustoronnikh danetov and smeyaniy above a brow in a chaplet from babies krovavost' of nightly delirium created not at all - it seems to me, a sun from a morning will poke in me by a finger and foolishly to giggle, as an in love schoolgirl. I think no small of oneself, certainly, but as though the world that costs, to love him. Something early while all to conclude.

enjoy the silence

Merry Christmas, my dear... You are the awesomnest people in the world, cause your art is making life! Be happy <8