Being a growing woman is not only about being able to drink and having sex as a teenager, and being a man is not only about telling fairy tales about a beautiful life.
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And I will never write under the windows "Sun (kitten, fish, bunny), I love you!" I don't like vanilla or menthol snot on windowsills, Teddy bears and hearts in different places. I don't like constantly-talking-through-the-dash or through_ under_underline, pictures with winged girls and sad suicidal texts, and I don't care about all blueberry nights, heavenly smells, woolen socks and shirts, cups of tea and coffee, tucked legs, don't care about scars. Oh yes. More on eyelashes, tears and martinis.
And all because I want children from you. Because I want to fry potatoes and meat with you, and not read statuses on all kinds of Internet. Because I want you in a fucking dress with fucking stiletto heels. Of course, with amazing breasts and ass, with hair on the head or not. Because I want you, and not what is wrapped in arafats and pictures of cats in the first paragraph. And I, like a normal guy, want to fuck you, not hug you on New Year's, with a blanket, tea and candles. I would like to give you not soft toys, and not mittens with a fucking rose in addition, but, perhaps, Dovlatov's collection, the first snow hidden in the freezer, clothes and shoes, cool headphones or a picture. I don’t want to hear “moore”, “smack” and “pink dreams for you”, it is more pleasant for me to hear how you hate me and in a minute you moan from kisses, how you keep me awake by talking about politics and hitting me with a pillow, because I I'm not listening to you. And drink some vodka, after all. A little. And break the dishes, and cut all the laces on my shoes, and have a hysteria - normal - because you love me and you can't bear to see my pokhuizm. Because I don’t change a damn thing and I don’t understand you. Yes, because I love you too, fool, and you love me just like that and for this very reason. And no poems about "love-blood", about, fucking, "he offended, did not see tears", any of you "remove from everywhere." Tell me. And take it easy. Because you are a woman and I am a man. Because I want to have sex and eat, and it has always been so, and it will be so; and this is natural. And I want to eat and fuck with my beloved, not with a nervous girl with "brittle fingers" and all kinds of "cute" in my room, but with a woman who knows who I am and who she is. With the one who does not write "good night" by SMS, but comes to sleep with me. Who talks to me and does something with me, which makes it clear that I can be there and there better, and not "I'm tired of this and that" a song - into the night, to train stations, into girlfriends with alcohol, into a noose, into a bath, into indiscriminate tears. Being a growing woman is not only about being able to drink and fuck as a teenager, and being a man is not only about telling fairy tales about a beautiful life. And, by the way, a relationship is when you made a big ASS together, and together, holding hands, climbed in there, calling it your HOME, terrifying your parents and not going to get out of there.