its branches are nearly 20 meters long and there's a cafe right under these branches.
how cool is that
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about this tiny city, i love even the idea of wearing bikini and throwing towel on your shoulder after breakfast and go to the seaside by passing the streets of the town center. it is fun.
the weird thing is, in these photos i'm in a garden. =)
these flowers are as big as my head. i gave them romantic hugs and kisses a lot. =)
i lost myself in that garden and busy posing till i heard the voice of the keeper 'get outta there! dont stomp that grass!'.
this huge bug is one of the weirdest things i've ever seen, look at that feet of its! he was cooling down in the water. of course not! but we let it stay there.
miu miu bow bag
trousers / vintage
top / i guess it is zara
wedges / from a local store
tomorrow i'll be you
thursday : kind of a highly addictive drug...
but i dont know which kind
and i am not sure if it keeps you high...
hearing the words they wrote down on a piece of paper,
those words are not only ink.
those words are not only ink.
they are the images...inside your own mind...
you start a trip into your own head
while these words kept screamed.
you start a trip into your own head
while these words kept screamed.
thursday is a kind of telephaty. you'll see.
thursday makes you imagine.
you start to imagine!
thats the best thing that thursday does to you.
you start to imagine yourself living
an alternative lifestyle sometimes,
an alternative lifestyle sometimes,
you suddenly start to hear other desperate people screaming, too, from other races, from other cultures, from other religions...
in your dreams, in the streets, in your own house, by your side,
or screaming like you,
maybe with you in another parallel universe...
in your dreams, in the streets, in your own house, by your side,
or screaming like you,
maybe with you in another parallel universe...
thursday makes you hear the whispers in the rain.
thursday is a dove, floating in the sky,
diving itself without fear,
shot but still concious, determined.
diving itself without fear,
shot but still concious, determined.
thursday is a stamp on my wrist.
thursday is all the things that i've always wanted to say,
but i could've never said.
but i could've never said.
thursday is my fist that i'll keep it up high
for all my life
against anything that's forgotten and unfair.
for all my life
against anything that's forgotten and unfair.
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since I replaced the I in live with an O,
I can't remember who you are...
...but tomorrow I'll be U.
just pick up the phone.
I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name,
lying in your bed, following your dreams.
I listen to your voice
get caught in my throat
as I sing,
"This Is Just A Dream."
on New Year's Day,
we will change back to ourselves.
in the flame
we are cured.
we are cured.
we are cured.
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thursday is a bomb, ready to fall onto your head.
when the bomb falls, and explodes, and images burst,
you'll find yourself lost in the images of
nearly anything in your mind.
nearly anything in your mind.
it'll be a chaos.
you'll see everyone screaming, doing weird stuff,
then you'll see yourself from your own eyes.
then you'll see yourself from your own eyes.
when you really start to see these,
you cant help yourself but want to hold some of these images
with your hands,
but they will be lost in a blink,
so this is how you become addicted.
you cant help yourself but want to hold some of these images
with your hands,
but they will be lost in a blink,
so this is how you become addicted.
as i say, thursday is a highly addictive drug.
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