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So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

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FASHIOOOON.

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How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

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How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

http://www.animehere.com/fate-stay-night-1.html

me: 5% reality, 95% dreams

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"The worst things in life come free to us." -Ed Sheeran

9864

"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” - C.S. Lewis

“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”

Arkadiy

I hope you drown in all the cum you fucking swallow, to get yourself to the top.

Slender man

'Dear girls: a compliment is actually not an invitation to explain how ugly you think you are' - Lisa Cimorelli

"A weed is simply a flower that somebody has decided is in the wrong place." Sister Monica Joan, Call the Midwife

•*• Lululu •*•

Cut the rope then jump the line,
Reverse the words, the end of time.
For if the soul floats away,
Silent echo, remains to stay.

Music held by fragile scales,
Court of words, when silence prevails.
As the weight counts down to one,
What has been said, can’t be undone.

Shadow haunts the silent halls,
Gliding fog, soft caress of walls.
Seeping under narrow cracks,
Devouring all bright moonbeam specs.

Guilt like stricken, heart of fire,
Cage of words, syllables aspire.
Break the walls, set back the flame,
Let sorrow be gone, like the name.

Heavy words upon the heart,
No pushing back to pass the start.
His breath away, seconds nine,
Betrayed by words, how thin the line.

Silver streaks, full of regret,
By certain lies the lips have said.
Fault was missing in the deed,
Just cut the rope, the silent plead.

I miss you a little. A little too much, a little too often and a little more each day.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

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Don't call me crazy, because I am a little bit different.

NVM

[ bericht aangepast op 22 okt 2012 - 22:21 ]

"A weed is simply a flower that somebody has decided is in the wrong place." Sister Monica Joan, Call the Midwife