NinaVinco

My mercantile core cowered and now afraid of being betrayed. Because all life consists of waiting for enough coppers to be thrown at you for your miserable needs. Sometimes I want a simple human meaning of life. I don't want to try to be better than others, but just eat fried potatoes or borsch in a fitness club, drink milk with vodka and write poems about life surrounded by glossy crucians. I want simple human happiness. Do you understand?