you give me, you give me the sweetest taboo

those unspoken words, things that could never be expressed, let alone felt. to even venture to think about it would just be pure sin.

and then the days go by. and everyday i wake up, thinking the same thing. and then i wonder how it became this way. i would wish, but to wish would just be setting myself up.

i just wanna laze on a huge black leather sofa, the lights dimmed, slow sexy music playing in the background, a glass of white wine in my hand, and then just one other thing, and then it would be oh so perfect, but that one other thing would just be yet another far away dream.

something irrelevant - i cut my fringe, and i absolutely detest it, i don't know why i let myself be convinced i could pull off a fringe, i always knew it couldn't be done.

well then. ciao for now.