11/05/2008

sweet and broken beds

Não consigo dormir :(


Sometimes the people that you love aren’t just people that you love. They are sweet and broken beds, they are Mediterranean cooking books, violins on the floor, Turkish stuff on the walls, broken bikes on the balcony, delicious cookies around the house and silly DVDs under the TV.

Love is a tiny biggie complex fucked up situation…

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Honey its all a matter of point of view - my bed is not broken, is just DIFFERENT, the stuff on the wall is Arabic and not Turkish, and WINNIE THE POOH RUUUULES!!!!

And simple is boring.
:))