I need to tell you about myself? Well, I don't even know where to start... I am so different that I myself cannot imagine who I really am
Today I am an iron lady who, with a stern look, sends everyone to hell, and tomorrow, just a naive little girl who can simply burst into tears from one hurtful word.
In the evening I sit in a little black dress with perfect make-up, and the next day I eat with my hands fried sausages in the woods over a fire.
One week I completely another, I fly with my dreams to the point of the world where my soul prefer to be.
I reread poems from Onegin, and after can enjoy vulgarity and provocation of Beigbeder’s meanings.
I can dig in my garden from dawn to dusk planting flowers and digging up weeds, and then end up dance with a bottle of champagne until the heels break off my shoes...
- Crazy girl with a magic mind, you will say? Well, yes, I agree. Not everyone can do it. But tell me, would you handle me
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Woman is a flower. And man is a gardener. The gardener looks after and grows the flower. The flower, in turn, thanks him by giving him its tenderness and beauty. The most caring gardener has the most beautiful flower.
I think that a woman for a man is the river where he always strives to dive to the whirlpool of her eyes, wipe dry with the silk of her hair, sit by the fire of her heart, feeling the exciting aroma of her skin, drink in one gulp her lips, eat with appetite all of her time, then lie down in her soul and fall asleep.
Every man understands if a woman loves herself, if her eyes shine with happiness, if mysterious smile plays on her lips, and an easy gait is not burdened with either uncomfortable shoes or the burden of false complexes, to make a girl happy is not that difficult at all. Just give to me 110% of your attention, at least sometimes, every of your minute. That's all