Ладно, делаем ризли на серебре :)

Люблю двусторонние стенды, но вот дизайнить их…

When he refused join me this morning, I went numb and was left silent with my loss. I still feel his touch on my hair and I wish that instead of that almost condescending caress he would pull it hard, tilt my head back and kiss me. He wonders what goes on inside this stupid head of mine. I have no idea either. All I have is this need and the emptiness his absence left in me. I have a strange premonition that I will never see him again, that whatever I want with him is not meant to be. A beautiful agony worthy of my Lady's praise. And yet, she is silent.

Опути - не путю )

Я чувствую уже задолбал ориджем) но буду