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Yeah. German is difficult. It seems that English is the easiest language in the world. But the coolest thing is when you can speak German. Probably, it will take you few months to learn it but it’s definitely worth it! Germany is rich country and Germans are so friendly. On the top of that Thomas Muller is cute and there are lots of Germans who are also cute. Hehe.

Btw. It’s 7am and I am late for my German lessons. Will finish this post later.

Enjoy life! Love you all!

Tschus! :3

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Down on the west coast they got a saying
If you’re not drinking, then you’re not playing
But you’ve got the music, you’ve got the music in you, don’t you?
Down on the West Coast,
I get this feeling like it all could happen
That’s why I’m leaving you for the moment, you for the moment
Boy blue, yeah you
It’s getting harder to show it
I’m feeling hot to the touch
You say you miss me
And I always say I miss you so much
But something keeps me really quiet. I’m alive, I’m a lush. Your love, your love, your love

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http://m.universal-music.de/lanadelrey/videos/detail/video:341691/west-coast-radio-mix

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Swan

It was a beautiful night. A cold breeze blew making her shiver slightly and clutch her coat closer to her frail body. Looking down from the roof over the city she saw tiny bright lights cruising down the streets, the brightly-lit coast in the distance, the occasional wail of the siren. She soaked in the life of the city, breating it ibto her lungs along with the cool night air and exhaling it back out again.

 

Taking off her shoes she lined them neatly besides his letters. Hoisting herself up with slight difficulty on the ledge, she put her heels together, just as she used to before a jete, toes just off the ledge. Her hands, her eyes staring blankly down at the bright city below. Images flashed before her eyes as her hands began trembling. Blinking back her tears, she bent her knees slightly and jumped.

 

Her thin, pale arm arched gracefully over her head, like wings unfolding. For a moment everything around her was alive and colourful and vibrant, just as it had been once. She smiled herself.

 

 

It was enough for her.

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I am not addicted to football but let’s say that Germany is my favourite team for this World Cup 2014 and I found Muller quite cute. Now I wish I could post a sexy photo of him but as you already know my super slow internet doesn’t allow me but this will change soon. “but but but”, yes I use “but” quite a lot. So, yeah…fingers crossed for Germany and my Muller.

Mit freundlichen Grussen,

 

Poppy

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I don’t want red roses from my lover. They will wilt and die by the end of the week and I will throw them away and forget all about them. I want my love to engulf me completely and to make me drown in its pain and pleasure. I want my love to inconvenience me at times so I can realize and cherish the strength of our bonds. I want intellectual stimulation that transcends all boundaries and physical intimacy that sets my senses on fire. I want absences to hurt and meeting that will positively make me glow. I don’t believe that higher powers created someone especially for me. I believe it’s up to me to decide who I want to fall in love with and then give them a piece of my heart laughing and carefree despite the bloodstains on my chest. I want to wake up in the mornings, my feet talgled in theirs. I want to write poetry on their back in the afternoons and talk about astronomybat night. I want a passionate, all-consuming love that will make my toes curl and my head spin. I want my lover to know that I would rist death for their sake that I am willibg to abandon my current life and be a gypsy, to run away forever if it means I can spend eternity by their side. I don’t want red roses. I prefer white but if my lover sends me handwritten love notes I’ll treasure them forever.

 

Poppy

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