Love is a coin, the head you adore on one side, the dates and the insignia of your common life on the other. Sometimes, you have had no life shared, only the profile. Sometimes, the face gets worn off, but the dates and unicorns and lions of your fallen kingdom are all there, to meet and reverse and turn down your gaze.
А напомни, что это. Не гуглится ‎- this value is required
это просто моя кровища ‎- поцелуйчики в строю
Ах черт ‎- this value is required
ну, она подсохла. ‎- поцелуйчики в строю