my blueberry nights& mornings after

naa i cant live without this music

happy one year
one year full of memories, kisses, words, love, tears, smiles, phone calls, texts, love, love
i love you for too much, i adore you.

i used to trust every single person… now i can hardly trust myself

todo irá bien

i love this feeling
when you know that they want you
when you can feel that they are looking at you
when you can hear them talking about you
but in your heart there i only one man - and thats what i like the most
ill be always your, they wont ever get me.

all this jeans, short shorts, tshirts, tees, hair, make up, high heels, not for them
for you
even though youre not with me.
you can be proud of me.
you gonna love it<3

i wanna see your eyes

я уважаю людей которые делают с меня реблог и очень им благодарна.
thx guys. seriously.

well.. school tomorrow, miss my boo, love him soo much..
idk what to say actually.
everything is fine and seems to get even better.
i have to work hard this year, and YES ILL DO THIS
im gonna graduate on year earlier.
goodluck kate.

ну что? все налаживается, уже и не помню какого это писать по русски.
скучаю по своим московским телочкам. как ни странно, но лучшими друзьями оказались обсалютно не те, с которыми висела по 10 часов на телефоне.
2 дня до школы, скучаю по нему очень.
в конце концов, за любовь надо драться. вот почему мы до сих пор вместе. я не сдаюсь.
спасибо всем кто следит<3456789

when was the last time youve been on my fb?
yea, i changed my password a month ago. you didnt say shit. thats how i know that you dont care.

im trying to be strong, thank You for helping me

i wish i was 18 and i was free. i need this freedom everytime things go wrong. everytime i feel like screaming i need to get into a car and drive, drive, drive… everytime i want to punch somebody i need a boxing pear. i want to be free, and go wherever i want when i need it or want it.

thats why youre lucky that im younger, i guess. because when im older and we argue, you will spend days looking for me. no i wont cheat on you, no i wont go to clubs and stuff. but you wont find me nowhere for days. weeks. because ill be free. i wont be annoying anymore, i wont bother you, because ill have a chance to leave somewhere for sometime.

you know these moments, when it hurts, and you try to control yourself, and you bite your lip to act normal and not to kill somebody accidently.

if things were a little bit different, i would go out, sit in front of my house, and smoke a good cigarette. i wouldnt even cry i guess. i know exactly why people smoke. every sigarette equals 15 tears. i have an experience. people smoke when they are tired of crying. people smoke when they dont know what to do. people smoke when they dont know what to believe in or who to believe. people smoke because.. because its another way to let it go, let the feelings go. no matter what it is - love, hate, it kinda helps. for sometime. i dont smoke. i cry. and yea. ill change.