[ bericht aangepast op 22 april 2014 - 10:18 ]
Tell me about it, stud.
Yesterday/all my troubles seemed so far away – The Beatles, uit Yesterday (Help, 1965)
But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
Life moves pretty fast, if you dont stop and look around once in a while you might miss it.
I dress to kill, but tastefully
Alles heeft betekenis, ook niets
The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.
Ich liebe dich 27.12.23
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ars moriendi
"Fuck feelings, be a bitch" - Blair Waldorf
"Hello Witchling"