Author of quotes: Yuu Sangre

it is not difficult to complain that nothing happened
but it is difficult that it is, to pretend.

Something that has always bothered me in "Romeo and Juliet" - they never talked about what they like! What if Juliet loved the anime, but Romeo didn't? Or Romeo had a penchant for bdsm, in contrast to his lover. Their family life would not have developed. Maybe they were lucky to die loving and loved?

Not to say that I immediately fell in love, and this does not happen. I was just... impressed. He won, captured my attention. All of it begins with gingham shirts and ending with bleached bangs.
On the face of it I don't really like it. I thought, what a normal, unremarkable face. But in the entourage of light denim trousers, in escaping beyond the boundaries of consciousness high growth, all that didn't matter.
I noticed that in those few seconds while he passed me and I passed him. Amazingly accurate blow of fate.

Maybe I'm just not built for that. For... love. Not very spring of thought, but spring... what spring? Winter, my favorite time of the year is coming to an end, and while it will long remind yourself, spring will come and will bring in my life its chaos.

I could not admit one simple and clear fact: people who, like me, always inevitably cruel to me. And those, who like me, have for me no value.

It is clearly not for me. I know nothing about him, but now anticipate it.

And he'll never know who I am. It is not my habit to show my face.

A few hours later, he finally blew all my barriers, and we chatted, sipped his coke, as if old friends. It happens - you just know him recently, but I feel with him like you were close over the years. This is an extraordinary sincerity, for a very important for any relationship is an absolute openness.

Again you're right, but it's not night.
In the light of the stars and the moon right - I.

The shadow of two naked bodies on white wall blend into one shapeless something.
They - the same Thing. The monster that consumed itself.

Like Itachi, will not hide a smile, but even she is this mouth think bitter, soaked in the irony of himself, some openly uchihashi pain.
He know about it?

Well, the doors are open.
You could always leave. But you remain. Even though the burden of memories, not even paying attention to the ghostly spots of native blood on your white hands. It is the hand of the artist, the Creator, jeweler - but not cold-blooded killers, not the rough war.
But sometimes being rude to you.

A couple of moments and your opponent is defeated, defeated, crushed, flattened with the weight of your body to the same Mat. What have you gained? My own demons not to hit and curse.

Mourning attire of the cursed clan: yo from insomnia and concerns at the perfect naked body and decorative detail in pink Hickey on the open neck.
So are the Wake. Together, interfering with breathing.