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My little monster 

My little monster 

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Summer-Autumn Wishlist

The Batchel, Cambridge Satchel Company

Jeffrey Campbell, FOXY WOOD

Steve Madden, Dynemite

Jeffrey Campbell, Lita

Skagen Denmark, Silver Stainless Steel Watch

iPhone 4s White

Steve Madden, Gretta

Hunter, Regent Savoy

Zara, Limited Edition

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Je rêve de gens qui se réveillent 
Dans leurs p’tits nids qu’ils s’émerveillent 
Je rêve de villes non polluées 
Afin que l’air puisse circuler 
Je rêve d’un ciel bien étoilé 
Là où les cons sont nettoyés 

(Source: Spotify)

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Take my pain away

It’s always hard and painful for me to have arguments with my parents. Every time after I happen to quarrel with them, I take a bath or a shower. It seems like water can comfort me and wash my pain and dissapointment off. It really can, doesn’t it?

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Pottermore

I got it! I got my letter from Pottermore!

The Sorting Hat has made the right desision

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680 kilometres

I just wanna go there right now. From M. to P.

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I love: A Friend In London

Friends from København.

So talented, easy-going and so cool. I definetely love these guys. 

Tim.

All I can do is to wonder where he has got so much love and energy. 

Esben.

Such a pretty boy. I love his blond hair and his kindness 

Sebastian.

Not as simple as he seems. The most serious guy in the band. Smart boy :)

Aske.

So shy, so nice

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I love: Rasmus Seebach

I can’t say I did like Rasmus when I saw him for the first time. He was totaly not the kind of guys that attracts me. But after some time I realized how charming he was. 

Listening to his songs, I noticed that his voice sounded soft and hard at the same time. I fell in love with his voice. 

I looked at him one more time and he seemed to be a nice person. His eyes were so kind. I realized that he was handsome. 

A man. 14 years older, then me. But is it possible not to like him? I can’t stand doing it :)

          

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I love: Grégory Lemarchal

Sa voix - ceci est le grand cadeau, sa vie - ceci est combat à l’avenir, son talent - miracle incontestable”

I was 12, when he became an inseparable part of my life. It was so impossibly unfair to take him away so early. He could do so many good things, make so many people happy, record so many wonderful songs. His voice…It always breaks my heart into pieces. So painful to know that he’ll never sing live on this planet. 

He’s best teacher I’ve ever had. He taught me to be myself, take love to the family above all, respect other people and follow my dreams despite all the difficulties.

His life was short, but bright. He was wonderfully talented and kind. 

He has always been my guardian angel and gave me power not to give up, overcome my laziness and fears. 

He’s gone, but his songs and memories about him are still alive. 

I wish I could meet him one day and say how much I love him. So, I gotta be a very good girl to be able to meet him in his new home. See you in heaven, Greg. 

                          

                       

                       

I remember the time, when I genuinely didn’t mind to die instead of him. It was a great feeling to love someone you’ve never met so much and want to give him your own live. 

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When it’s time to realize

I’ve just realized how dramatically I’ve changed in recent years. And what I find especially important is that I don’t like these changes at all. 

I know that I used to be a better person. But what made me what I am now? 

Life made me more experienced, I learned not to trust all the people. 

My friends taught me that it’s normal to be betrayed by people who you love. 

My family showed me that I can always rely on them and they’re probably the only ones who do care about me.

Music appeared to have supported me when I didn’t want to share my feelings with anybody.

I seem to have become a little dried-up, but it’s not because I want to, but because I have to. I’d like to stay naive and open-hearted, but I can’t. I can’t trust all the people anymore. 


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Mother Russia

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