Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.
Wake me up, before you go-go. Tadurudutumtum.
But I still have this faith in the truth of my dreams.
I feel left out.
To the stars who listen — and the dreams that are answered
Alyssum schreef: I feel left out.
'Oké, 's goed.' Dat was zo lief!
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Tortura schreef: (...) Waar heb jij het toch over? :']. Lolol. Wat is je verrassing.
I hope you drown in all the cum you fucking swallow, to get yourself to the top.
DarkSavior schreef: (...) Iets wat mensen hier heel leuk gaan vinden
Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.
Tortura schreef: (...) En dat is? :]. Doe niet zo geheimzinnig..
Heeft het iets te maken met dat geheime dingemedatje?
I've no idea of the future, but I can see the past quite well. And the present, if the weather's clear.
Nah, op wat slaat dat?
DarkSavior schreef: (...) Moet toch echt. Sorry
Tortura schreef: (...) Ah come on. You can tell me. /puppy-eyes. Wanneer zet je het er dan op? Cause I am curious and I don't like to be haha.
Your make-up is terrible
Some bitches.. don't know when they should just shut the fuck up.
Puritatem schreef: Some bitches.. don't know when they should just shut the fuck up.
DarkSavior schreef: (...) Omdat ik gemeen ben en iets moest testen
Michonne schreef: (...) Your bad.