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Can we just for a night, let the stars decide where we belong ?

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MessageSujet: Can we just for a night, let the stars decide where we belong ? Ven 10 Mai - 20:36



AnastasiaKuznetsova

20 ans Dreamers Célibataire Tchèque

Depuis ma jeune enfance, je me montre travailleuse et perfectionniste. Doublement depuis mes études en France, j’ai fourni de gros efforts pour me permettre de frôler ma perfection. Bien que je prenne attention aux remarques des autres, je sais très bien que le monde n’est pas perçu de la même façon dans les yeux d’une autre personne. C’est pourquoi, je privilégierai toujours ce que je trouve parfait, avant les dires des autres. D’un naturel curieuse, j’en démontre sans cesse l’exemple par mes voyages en France et en Amérique. J’aime découvrir de nouvelles langues et pouvoir me permettre d’élargir mes horizons. Je suis très sociable, j’aime connaître les autres, leurs passions, divertissement, ce qui peut toujours m’enrichir moi aussi. Gourmande dans plusieurs sens du terme, quand j’aime quelqu’un, j’aime passer énormément de temps avec, et prendre du temps pour apprendre à le connaitre. Gourmande, quand je tombe sur du chocolat, j’en prends un carré, puis un autre, pourquoi pas un autre ? Rêveuse, car prise d’impatience, je préfère toucher le bonheur de mes rêves, plutôt que de l’attendre au risque de ne jamais le voir vivre. De mes rêves, va de l’ambition, je voudrai pouvoir faire quelque chose de grandiose, avoir une famille très nombreuse. Tout cela me fait sourire, mais tout est encore trop flou pour être réalisable. C’est pourquoi je peux me montrer perdue quand on essaye d’aborder avec moi mon avenir, mais peu importe ce qu’il puisse être, vous voyez déjà que le sourire l’accompagnera.

Souvent impatiente, Dieu sait si on pouvait apprendre les langues plus vite, et je peine parfois à me faire comprendre. Mais partout, vous me verrez expressive de chacune de mes émotions. Une larme facile, un sourire pouvant dégager les nuages, et faire promettre par les plus beaux rayons du soleil : un avenir doux et chaleureux. Mais en dessous de ce soleil, les nuages reviennent et me bercent d’illusions, et souvent, je croirai les pires mensonges. Car je suis sincère, spontané, et je crois souvent de façon hâtive que les autres le sont aussi. On me dit manquer de tact, je ne vais pas par quatre chemin quand je veux quelque chose, ou le fais. Ce qui va de pair avec ma spontanéité.
Finalement, on peut me trouver garçon manqué quand on me voit la première à sautiller pour vouloir jouer au foot, et tous autres sports que les mec pratiquent. J’ai le poing et la claque facile quand une éruption volcanique doit se faire.

En parlant de feu, pas ces douces flammes qu'allume ma mère pour me préparer des plats tous aussi bon les uns que les autres. Dont d'ailleurs j'ai eu l'habitude d'aller picorer en cachette. Non, un tout autre feu, dont la mémoire qu'il porte est bien plus brûlante.
Tout a commencé dans ma plus jeune enfance. En maternelle, ma mère me quittant d’un au revoir de la main, je rentre dans l’établissement, je dis bonjour aux petites têtes que je connais et aux grandes. Plus tard, à l’heure de la sieste, paisiblement endormis et bercée par la tendre et douce histoire que raconte notre surveillante. Mes joues se rougissent de plus en plus, une chaleur qui se fait de plus en plus insoutenable envahit le lieu qui est censé être le plus paisible au monde, à l’instant ? Des cris d’effrois me réveillent, et les autres enfants commencent à hurler de peur autour de moi. Prise de panique, la dame ouvre la porte et fuit en criant aux enfants de venir avec elle. La dernière dans la salle, lente d'un réveil interrompu, je me frotte les yeux, je cris s’il y a quelqu’un, mais personne. La sonnerie d’alarme assourdissante se fait entendre, je bouche mes oreilles, et je vois des bouches enflammées consommer les lieux autour de moi. Une larme commence à couler contre ma joue, et j’aurai tout donné pour la transformer en océan, et le déverser sur ces flammes. Les pleures n’arrangeant rien, je finis par essayer de bouger, les vitres explosent, je cris, pétrifiée par la chaleur dévastatrice qui se rapprochent dangereusement de moi. Je m’assois en hurlant. Puis soudain, je sent une main m'agrippant le bras, mais je finis par m’évanouir.

Et c’est depuis ce souvenir atroce, que mes parents font tout pour m’éloigner du feu. Ainsi, ma pyrophobie est née. Quoi que je fasse, au contact du feu, mes souvenirs me hantent et je finis paralyser mentalement, l'angoisse me consume, et je revis à chaque fois cette terrible réalité d'enfance, m'ayant terriblement choquée.

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MessageSujet: Re: Can we just for a night, let the stars decide where we belong ? Sam 11 Mai - 10:37


Smith, Katherine
I hate you.
D'une journée, je t'ai détesté, c'est comme ça, il n'y a même pas eu besoin de se présenter, j'ai tourné le regard, pour éviter de te gifler. Je connais pas encore beaucoup de mots anglais pour pouvoir te décrire à ta juste valeur. Dès que tu débarques, je te fusille du regard, tu es le diable incarné.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.
Girls, just do it!----Tell him you think hes cool. Tell him why you think hes so cool. Smell his hair. Talk to him in movie theatres. Pick him up and pretend youre going to throw him in the river; hell scream and fight you but secretly, hell love it. Hold him hand and skip. Hold him hand and run. Just hold his hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to him. Tell him she looks pretty. Let him pay for stuff if he wants to. Introduce him to your friends as The coolest boy I know. Sit in the park and talk to him. Take him to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell him dirty jokes. Tell him stupid jokes. Write poems about him. Just walk around with him. Throw pebbles at his window at night. When he starts swearing at you, tell him you love him. Take him to shows of bands hes never heard of. Hold him hand in the mosh pit. Let him fall asleep in your arms. Call him. Call him back if he calls you. Sing to him, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get him mad, then kiss him. Give him piggy-back rides. Go see his band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give him space if he needs it. Push him on swings. Stay up with him all night when hes sick. Make up pet names for him, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach him guitar. Lend him your cds. Write on him. Make him mixtapes. Write him letters. If he asks you to go to a show with him, go, even if it means a 5 seconds train trip. Take him to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that his favorite bands suck. When hes sad, hang out with him or stay on the phone with him, even if hes not saying anything. Buy him ice cream. Let him take all the photos of you he wants. Look into his eyes. Slow dance with hoù, even if the music is fast. Kiss him in the rain.When you fall in love with him, tell him.


nom, prénom.
titre du lien.
Girls, just do it!----Tell him you think hes cool. Tell him why you think hes so cool. Smell his hair. Talk to him in movie theatres. Pick him up and pretend youre going to throw him in the river; hell scream and fight you but secretly, hell love it. Hold him hand and skip. Hold him hand and run. Just hold his hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to him. Tell him she looks pretty. Let him pay for stuff if he wants to. Introduce him to your friends as The coolest boy I know. Sit in the park and talk to him. Take him to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell him dirty jokes. Tell him stupid jokes. Write poems about him. Just walk around with him. Throw pebbles at his window at night. When he starts swearing at you, tell him you love him. Take him to shows of bands hes never heard of. Hold him hand in the mosh pit. Let him fall asleep in your arms. Call him. Call him back if he calls you. Sing to him, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get him mad, then kiss him. Give him piggy-back rides. Go see his band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give him space if he needs it. Push him on swings. Stay up with him all night when hes sick. Make up pet names for him, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach him guitar. Lend him your cds. Write on him. Make him mixtapes. Write him letters. If he asks you to go to a show with him, go, even if it means a 5 seconds train trip. Take him to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that his favorite bands suck. When hes sad, hang out with him or stay on the phone with him, even if hes not saying anything. Buy him ice cream. Let him take all the photos of you he wants. Look into his eyes. Slow dance with hoù, even if the music is fast. Kiss him in the rain.When you fall in love with him, tell him.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.
Girls, just do it!----Tell him you think hes cool. Tell him why you think hes so cool. Smell his hair. Talk to him in movie theatres. Pick him up and pretend youre going to throw him in the river; hell scream and fight you but secretly, hell love it. Hold him hand and skip. Hold him hand and run. Just hold his hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to him. Tell him she looks pretty. Let him pay for stuff if he wants to. Introduce him to your friends as The coolest boy I know. Sit in the park and talk to him. Take him to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell him dirty jokes. Tell him stupid jokes. Write poems about him. Just walk around with him. Throw pebbles at his window at night. When he starts swearing at you, tell him you love him. Take him to shows of bands hes never heard of. Hold him hand in the mosh pit. Let him fall asleep in your arms. Call him. Call him back if he calls you. Sing to him, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get him mad, then kiss him. Give him piggy-back rides. Go see his band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give him space if he needs it. Push him on swings. Stay up with him all night when hes sick. Make up pet names for him, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach him guitar. Lend him your cds. Write on him. Make him mixtapes. Write him letters. If he asks you to go to a show with him, go, even if it means a 5 seconds train trip. Take him to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that his favorite bands suck. When hes sad, hang out with him or stay on the phone with him, even if hes not saying anything. Buy him ice cream. Let him take all the photos of you he wants. Look into his eyes. Slow dance with hoù, even if the music is fast. Kiss him in the rain.When you fall in love with him, tell him.
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MessageSujet: Re: Can we just for a night, let the stars decide where we belong ? Sam 11 Mai - 10:42


Ramirez, Morgan.
Best friend ? ♥
Un restaurant, nous deux. Il veut devenir cuisiner, je suis gourmande. Il aime voyager, je rêve de faire le tour du monde, il est timide, je suis extravertie, il se rêve différent dans un monde inexistant ? Je l'aime dans ce monde existant , Il joue si bien du piano, j’aimerai pouvoir en jouer comme lui, il dévore des yeux une fille, je finis par la maudire.

Smith, Armand
Copain, copain
Je ne te connais pas encore vraiment, mais plus je passe du temps avec toi, j’adore, j’adore ! Tu es adorable. Heureusement que Morgan m’a présenté à toi, j’ai découvert encore quelqu’un de super.


nom, prénom.
titre du lien.
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.
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MessageSujet: Re: Can we just for a night, let the stars decide where we belong ? Sam 11 Mai - 12:22


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