sweet [Theme]
March is about renewal and awakening, about the revelation of feminine energy, about connection with nature and its gifts, about self-care and self-knowledge, about brewed morning tea with rose hips and raisins, which gives warmth inside and leaves a sweet aftertaste, about lemons in a wicker basket on the kitchen table, about jars of tea and spices that fill the whole house with their aroma, about baked porridge for breakfast, to which you add pieces of cheese, it melts and gives a salty-pleasant taste, about a city drowning in the first spring flowers, about the return the desire to walk, about the feeling of being inspired by new things...
How did we guess that the pastry chef would become the hero of the new times? But because life is not a box of chocolates, my good reader. And even licking the Cockerel is prohibited by the LGBT law. For dessert - only Sugar Kremlin.
- So this is my crowning number - the disappearance of the waist.
unnecessary sweetness.
Quote Explanation: dedicated to my friend.
Do not eat jam - you will become a goat.
You chose to leave like a sweet memory. Already on the road. But don't forget us. Remember.
So sit back and take a rest.
The bear never pays for sweets.
Impenetrable fog in the morning.
Each sweet word of yours, I will wrap in beautiful candy wrappers.
How long had he not felt hatred? How long ago he forgot how to recognize feelings, as if every receptor on his tongue was burned out, and neither sweet nor bitter was felt anymore. There was only intent. And a game that was always worth the candle.
or the path of piercing melancholy?
Quote Explanation: Wandering dervish
nor from the former sweetness.
get it. You are given two bowls of borscht, and then there are crustaceans and you are like this: I hate !!
Release Date: 20.09.2021
Not gloomy clouds in the sky,
Not wind long howling,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And the day was overshadowed.
That bad is not the first case
(When I'm angry out of jealousy -
Shouted! You asked, "Don't torture!")
I was separated from you...
Not the light of the golden luminaries,
Not sweet singing of birds,
Othello awakened in me -
Ruthlessly threw down!
That eye of your wondrous power,
That voice that motivates us to live,
That jealousy awakened in me,
That beast made me be.
Possessed by your beauty,
No to carry.
Let into his heart crushed,
Loss of unthinkable fear.
Through tears she whispered, "Beloved,
Read my faithfulness in your eyes."
But the jealousy of the strong lanympy -
I left happiness in my dreams.
Not gloomy clouds in the sky,
Not the wind of cold days,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And my life made it sicker...
That bad once case
(When, like a jealous villain -
Shouted! Though she asked: "Do not torture!")
Forever separated me from her...
Not wind long howling,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And the day was overshadowed.
That bad is not the first case
(When I'm angry out of jealousy -
Shouted! You asked, "Don't torture!")
I was separated from you...
Not the light of the golden luminaries,
Not sweet singing of birds,
Othello awakened in me -
Ruthlessly threw down!
That eye of your wondrous power,
That voice that motivates us to live,
That jealousy awakened in me,
That beast made me be.
Possessed by your beauty,
No to carry.
Let into his heart crushed,
Loss of unthinkable fear.
Through tears she whispered, "Beloved,
Read my faithfulness in your eyes."
But the jealousy of the strong lanympy -
I left happiness in my dreams.
Not gloomy clouds in the sky,
Not the wind of cold days,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And my life made it sicker...
That bad once case
(When, like a jealous villain -
Shouted! Though she asked: "Do not torture!")
Forever separated me from her...
