Author of quotes: Daniil Tikhonov

well you come to the movies - there are scary and dark,
smells like Cola, popcorn, chips - all the same,
well sit in a movie yeah, yeah, but
about you and her it.

I love you says
this fucking Valentine's day,
to it in the future.

I am the last witness of God, and he just -
in these two tiny wrinkles
these laughing her eyes.

bid me be silent, the word is corruptible,
hat thief movie blind.
you're my personal, entangled Baudelaire,
epidemic for two.

the details when: weekday, but longing.
separately it is necessary to isolate the excess
freedom. the window runs the river
the corpses float for a booze,
for rags, to the hookah, to the pub,
where can you hide to hide. the alarm
his bartender and drunk bar
mumbling about crypto-grandmother and rap battle.

It would be better hangover. Better head to the pile.
what to understand in the morning log in the eye:
whiskey was right when he said, hugging her
maybe it's the very last time.

The last thing I could do was not to write. Suffocating in this dark room of your nervous hands and harsh words. And do not write about you. And then did - not write. To look at the unfinished lines and not understand how it is possible to finish?

You left. Just write
I would like to be closer.
But Britain is light.
Surprised all and breathe
the fresh air, and on the roof
often think of me.

There is no love. The runes sparkled
in the old shop, in such lennosti,
forever loyal to the Dec.
There is no love - because without thinking,
so passionately and madly
I love.