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[dmoonchil]

Man are like "I can fix her" but this is her:

[dmoonchil]

I lie on the bed and think: I want to meet the person with whom I will discuss books and go for coffee. We will talk about our views and philosophy. During walks together we will admire the nature and often fall into the library. We will secretly meet at night drinking wine from glasses and learning the poetry of Oscar Wilde. We will read the sheakspere together and wonder if the death of Romeo and Juliet made sense. We will dress in all these beautiful DA clothes and enjoy the fact that we know each other. We will read and review our stories honestly. We will discuss until late at night and then fall asleep in class. We will watch "Dead Poets Society" together and cry in the same moments of the movie. We will go to the antique shop together and buy old postcards and damaged books. But how do you meet such a person? Where to Look? Any volunteers?

[dmoonchil]

I want to meet this boy, I don't care where and under what circumstances. I want to have the person I can hug and enjoy closeness with. With which I will go for a walk, with which I will have a picnic by the lake, with whom I will do everything talking about everything. I won't be angry if we meet in the library, because our hands will meet on the same book. I won't be angry if he picks up my books in the school hallway, I won't be angry if he sits on the bench with me when I think about my problems on one of the lonely trips. I will not be angry if everything is as beautiful as in the movies, but all I have to do is meet him and start talking. He will be interested in me and I in him and we will enjoy this period of uncertainty when nobody wants to admit that he cares. When will I meet him?

[dmoonchil]

It's after midnight and I can't sleep. I hear the wind that continues to dance bare branches of trees and listen to podcsast about the disappearance of a boy who bore my name. I haven't been so scared for a long time. I hugged a blanket, which I got as a gift from my uncle when I was only a few months old. I want someone to come to me and say I'm safe. Although, in total, he probably could not say anything, because my heart would not stand if a stranger appeared to me now. But I'm still scared, so hug me🙈

Yeah, on this photo - The boy who disappear long time ago.

[dmoonchil]

I just finished reading the first volume of the Harry Potter series and realized that every time I see something different in this book.

I read it for the first time in my native language. When I was 10 or 11 I was amazed by the story of a young wizard. A year later the school itself and the details of this book. It's 11pm and I jumped reading English. This time I was wondering if Harry felt like me when I was in high school going to hogwarts? Or was he sitting next to new people trying to start conversations? Did he also have so many awkward situations?

When I think about it now, I should catch a murderer with my class, stop someone from robbing a bank, or discover something unusual to have such a relationship like this Golden Trio.

And then, on 320 pages, Dumbeldore said "humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them". Was he right?

[dmoonchil]

I feel that I need a community in which I can share my thoughts and fears. That I was on a walk and I wrote a story about a man I saw in the park. That I drank coffee at four in the morning thinking about Dorian Gray's life and the fact that I don't really know how my life will go and I want to document it with these thoughts, so I'm here