The struggle of the soul to survive... And the reality that some dont make it.. the sadness of a waisted life that could not prepare for the unsought that was about to hit it..
Like bug smashed in a window.. It never knew what happened.. And some point it is time to prepare for death, or the death of the heart...... Winter came by Ding Wei
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
I know a lot about a little and a little about a lot.
Your soul is painted the color grey, which embodies the characteristics of elegance, humility, respect, reverence, stability, subtlety, wisdom, strong emotions, balance, and cancellation. Grey falls under the element of Water, and symbolizes the moon, tide, ebb and flow.
"For me, an intimate relationship needs to be based on shared values and moral codes as well as sexual chemistry."
"It woke me up to the fact that there are some creepy, nasty people willing to do anything to take advantage of someone famous," she told The Mirror newspaper. I now keep my guard up because I've realised not everyone has my best interests at heart."