Forbidden Snowflake

I have some free-time these days,and i'm spending it as much as i can doing things i love. Things i wasn't able to do because i had a LOT to study the last few months.

So, what are the things i love doing? The usual - Coffee with my best friend. Long walks with my boyfriend. Watching my favorite TV shows. Right now it's That '70s Show and Pretty Little Liars ( don't get this wrong, my favorite show of all time is The Walking Dead, but i've seen all of the episodes that are out by now, the next one is coming out on February 10th. Yey! )

So, last night i was out with my friends - we went to get some coffee and this is what i wore.

Comfortable sweater, plain black leggings, and the same boots and bag from the previous post - yeah well, i love them. :)

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I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture.

- Placebo - This Picture.

                                                       

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Don't forget to be the way you are.

October.

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In the cold light of morning

Early today, me and my best friend went out and we had "lazy Sunday morning" coffee at McDonald's.

The weather was inconsistent - at times nice and breezy, at times cold, at times warm, but still there was no sunshine at all.

So anyway, my friend took photos of me, and they were taken on the run so the quality is kinda lame, and my hair is a total mess... but i really wanted to make post like this so i couldn't wait for a better timing.

I'm really shy, and it's my first time taking pictures for blog, so... be gentle. :)

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In cold light of morning while, everyone is yawning,
You're high,
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high.
As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterdays action goodbye..Forget past indiscretions,
And stolen possessions,
You're high,In the cold light.

-Placebo.

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...it's always darkest before the dawn.

                                                                                             

                                                                                                  October.

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