Burgundy dreams above a dark blue sky

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I have to admit that this is one of my favorite combinations of colors ever.
The day we shot all these pictures was so lovely that we couldn’t stop. We took a thounsand or so. And after that, the hardest part came: choosing which ones to upload to the blog. (If you are a photo-content blogger, you understand the struggle!)

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5Anyway, it’s been a short time since I started University and I have to admit that I’m already exhausted. What’s it like?Well I study foreign languages, so my schedule is quite full, which you probably wouldn’t have guessed. Not to forget to mention that my specialisation includes a lot of literature (English and French). I don’t mind it, I like reading. The only problem is that I barely have time to sleep after such a schedule, when am I supposed to read all that stuff? And, more important, when am I supposed to live my life?
Enough with complaining. The truth is, I would’ve hated it if I didn’t come here out of pure passion. What’s important is that I’m here and it’s an accomplishment that I’m proud of.

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15Jacket: Romwe
Striped pants: Bershka
Boots: H&M

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i’ll collect your autumn poems /

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Middle-autumn is cold and dreamy
makes my heart want to fall and fly
just like the leaves
when the wind tears them apart from trees,
from their home.
how do they feel?
do the trees feel free?
or to they miss the leaves?

I have this book made out of leaves
i wrote a poem on each of them
and now they’re free and flying away from home.
they’ll soon be hurt and missing
and yet the trees can’t do a thing,
but miss them.

My poems will disappear,
so will the leaves…
but the trees won’t move.
they’ll stay right there
until the end of time
to wait for the leaves to come back home.
they’ll stay in pain, in cold and darkness
and wait, wait, wait…


//let’s fill the empty streets with our dark souls//

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In the night time
on the mean streets
no need to run
it will follow you anyway
it will chase you
it will haunt you
just like the moon
just like the stars
ripping your shadow
’cause a shadow it is.
from the rooftop jumps it off
in the deepest ocean sinks it off
in the middle of nowhere brings you off
and then it slowly eats every single cell of you
after the blackness covers you.
you can’t escape it,
the streets are too dark,
too empty
just like your soul.