I won’t give anyone my heart, for if I give mine away and they don’t give theirs in return, what will I have left to keep me alive?
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I won’t give anyone my heart, for if I give mine away and they don’t give theirs in return, what will I have left to keep me alive?
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drug of choice
Cocaine, for sure. But only if it's good blow.
What do you think of Genevieve?
Incredibly beautiful, seems like the kind of woman who won't take shit from anyone. Apparently, she can do some pretty amazing things with her tongue, too. I might have to verify that sometime.
Genevieve.Â
Paris is beautiful. I’ve never been to Moscow.
Genevieve? Beautiful name. I'm Veronika.
Moscow is beautiful as well, but much colder I'm sure. I used to know someone else from Paris, but he might have moved out before you moved in. Name was Henri.Â
"I don’t think I have a roommate yet. Apartment’s all to myself" he gave a side smile. "I’m Axel, please to meet you"
"Lucky you," she smirked. She extended a hand. "Axel, was it? Unique, I like it. My name is Veronika, but most people around here just call me Ronnie. It's nice to meet, Axel Who Lives on the Third Floor."
"Just went up one to many floors" he smiled slightly.
She shot him a crooked smile in return. "Ah. Third floor then? There's some cool people on that floor, you'll be fine. Met your roommate yet?"
"Yeah, I need them delivered tomorrow. I’ll pay for it if I have to. What the fuck do you mean why? Because I look like a fuckin’ doofus with glasses. That’s why. Look, Nancy, I ain’t mad at you, but I got insurance benefits. Can’t they take care of it or some shit?"Â
"Woah, this Nancy lady sounds like she has it comin'. Go easy on her, four-eyes."
I presented myself before my new boss today and for a few moments he thought I was joking. Well, I’m sorry mate, for being too good-looking, but by God, I need a job. In other news, I have my sweet apartment all for myself now, life has never been sweeter.
I never found being too good-looking to be a terrible problem. Excuse me for asking, but what do you do?
"Uh, what floor is this?"
"Four. You lost, stranger?"
"But it would tire out my leg and eventually I would run out of trees. Alothough I like your logic."
"Ah yes, true. It seems like you're the one with the logic here, Mr-?"
I’ve got a reasonable following.
Well hey, congratulations. It sounds like you've really made a name for yourself, which is more than a lot of artists can say. I'd love to hear your stuff sometime, I'm kind of a music junkie.
Well, I guess that’s what separates me from you? I know I wouldn’t go to them and get something done, and I hope you wouldn’t either.
Huh, guess so. But see here's the thing, when you're drunk, your good judgement is impaired. I like to think I'm not stupid enough to go there on purpose.
I don’t need a banana to get a man to do what I want.
I’m from Paris, tying a knot with the stem is not the only thing I can do.
I like the way you think, Miss-- I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name.
From the sounds of it, I wanna visit Paris. In Moscow, the only exciting thing we learn to do with our mouths is drink excessively. I learned how to tie knots on my own.
No tattoo artist is going to tattoo you when you’re drunk; It’s illegal and you’re chasing of passing out are at higher risk, plus it’ll be messed up because your blood thins out more. Any one who tattoo’s you while you drunk is also a scumbag for taking advantage of you.
I've known  plenty of scumbags who wouldn't think twice.
You’re reading way too into this. There should be no regrets in your life because not only do they hold you back from doing whatever the hell you want, but to me they don’t exist. In that moment you wanted to do something whether it was getting a tattoo, going on a trip or whatever, you shouldn’t feel guilty or hate yourself for doing that. Everyday you’re alive, you’re able to write more to your story and what better way to look back on something than to glance down or look at something you decided to put on your body and give a small chuckle or a smile because of the story behind it. The quicker everyone stops regretting everything and just accept that they wanted to do a certain then, the happier everyone will be.
I think you're reading way into this. I was just talking about tattoos, I wasn't using them as a metaphor for anything. I don't think I'd be too happy if I got a tattoo of something really ugly while I was really drunk and then couldn't get it off. Or what if they misspell something? I mean, do you really wanna be stuck with a tattoo that says "No ragrets" on your chest?
That would be something I would probably find agreeable if I enjoyed the company of a man in my bed.
Hey, I never said anything about bed.Â
Cherries have the same effect on women. If you can tie a knot in the stem with your tongue, you're pretty much set. At least, I would be impressed.