That's what i'm doing right now. Life around me runs and makes fun of everything, and I'm feeling weird. Like caught in reality which isn't actually my type of living. Perspective of my life is a way of 7th heaven functioning. Clouds, fantasies, love shits and brainfog. It's comparable to the Economist and Paris Hilton writting for it. It's witty, wobbly-wibbly then wobbly again. My bear-lover has decided to go abroad. Over the sea, for a couple of days. And even the fact the story of us isn't finished yet, I feel lost. And afraid, and insecure. Because once upon a time he WAS my bearable protector, my pillow, my lovely Carla Bruni dressed in cynism. And I need him. Desperately.
Now, I'm going to bed.
Thank you and goodbye.










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I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel.
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I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give one."
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"Any man who is attached to things of this world is one who lives in ignorance and is being consumed by the snakes of his own passions - Black elk"
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I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give one."
Thank you,
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I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give one."
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