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You stole my heart on an island in the dead of winter. Since then we’ve feasted, traveled to space and made the world our mattress. You’ve taught me more than I knew I was capable of learning. No person could make me smile like you, no place could make me feel like home as much as your arms and nothing could make me happier. To the woods we go, to disappear, be children and paint the earth in pretty colors. Ndyamo, Ndyamo, Ya lyublyu tebe. —Ya lyublyu tebe
This article appears in Jan 29 – Feb 4, 2015.
Please don’t make the world your mattress.
Change out of your pyjamas and join the real world, there’s more to life than fuckin world win romances and frolicking in the forrest. Grow the hell up!