[ bericht aangepast op 28 okt 2009 - 7:37 ]
Maybe part of loving is learning to let go...
And we don't disappear just because your eyes are shut. Mooie <3 Die van mij betekend dat je na elke strijd (je huilt > regen) er weer sterker uit komt (de bloem groeit) (;
In the end the only person we love is ourselves, that's why we choose to love someone who can please us the most.
A flower grows everytime it rains. Die is écht mooi.
To infinity and beyond •
Love is a gift, passion is a curse. Ligt eraan hoe je het bekijkt :p
When I hear your voice as I close my eyes, even a little pain is precious to me. Daar kan ik me wel aan 'relaten'.
You're a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart, but are you mine?
As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts... I'll stay with you. Ik vind hem mooi!
If the compass breaks then follow your heart and I hope it leads you right back into my arms.
You can fear the devil's eyes, but you can also play his part.. Haha, true ^^
When I hear your voice as I close my eyes, even a little pain is precious to me. Ahh, echt een heel mooi tekstje!
[ bericht aangepast op 12 mei 2011 - 16:10 ]
Het heden is de geschiedenis gezien door de toekomst.
Het heden is de geschiedenis gezien door de toekomst. Verwarrend, maar mooi :'D
[ bericht aangepast op 12 mei 2011 - 16:11 ]
You've got to realize: you're the Devil as much as you're God.
No one dies as a virgin, life fucks us all.. Omfg, haha ;p
When I hear your voice as I close my eyes, even a little pain is precious to me. Beetje vaag
If you think something small can’t make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito in the room
If you think something small can’t make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito in the room Die is goed
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all. Together we stand, divided we fall
If you think something small can’t make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito in the room. Helemaal mee eens *krabt aan de drie muggebeten op arm*
No one dies as a virgin, life fucks us all. You're Right! Het leven heeft altijd Gefuckte tijden.
Firm believer of all that is magic
My Love is For You, The One I Love hij is mooi.
It's hard to hold a candle in the cold November Rain
Sometimes I don't get myself.. actually that's most of the time Wel mooi ... Grotendeels eens, al ken ik mezelf beter dan de wereld. :')
Bloedspetters besmeuren de muren van de ruïnes, van iets wat men ooit een beschaving noemde maar al lang is vernietigt.