Salomé's Wonderland

Strangers in the night
Exchanging glances
Wond'ring in the night
What were the chances
We'd be sharing love
Before the night was through

Something in your eyes
Was so inviting
Something in your smile
Was so exciting,
Something in my heart
Told me I must have you

Strangers in the night
Two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment When we said our first hello
Little did we know
Love was just a glance away
A warm embracing dance away and

Ever since that night
We've been together
Lovers at first sight
In love forever
It turned out so right
For strangers in the night

Ever since that night
We've been together
Lovers at first sight
In love forever
It turned out so right
For strangers in the night

Bu kıyafetleri giyip gidebileceğimiz işimiz olsun mu ? Olsun

Peki her gun böyle süslenecek şevkimiz olsun mu ? Olsun :)

Man: What are you looking for?
Babydoll: A way out i guess...

I've known a girl who thought she is pretty smart
But she has got being right down to an art
She thinks she is a genius-she drives me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

umarım bundan sonraki iş hayatım daha bi atraksiyonlu, sorunlu insanlardan uzak seyehatli heyecanlı fln geçer :)

"I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is witheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore-- despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free).

Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have 'that thing' even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you.

He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is,you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes. So that's it. You have now reached infatuation's final destination-- the complete and merciless devaluation of self."

— Elizabeth Gilbert