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Well, now it seems like so long ago.
They have taken away my heart
Taken away my soul...
If I could fly. High.
Upon the wings of a dub now, yes...
Would you come join me?
Im not afraid to fall
Im not afraid at all...
Let dem talk. Let dem talk.
About yesterday.
Only one more time to groove
Only one more time to move, yes.
Im ready to close my eyes
Im ready to blow my mind
Heres the way to let it roll
And its the way to loose control.
<3
You may run.
You may hide.
But you just can't stop this feeling inside
Baby. I can't help myself.
I want you, and I need no one else.
Baby can we meet
So I can light your fire
I got what you want
and you got what I need..
Turn your lights down low
And pull down your window curtains
Oh let your love come shining in, into my life again
Saying ohh, its been a long, long time
Still I wanna get through to you boy
I
Loving you is like a song I replay.
Every 3 minutes and 30 seconds of every day.
And every chorus was written for us to recite
Every beautiful melody of devotion every night
And when I pla
Your vibes are fighting battles inside my soul.
But hey! Well then, my friend, let the vibes continue to flow.
You might win the battle but you will never win the war.
Cause no one can control
Jag har biljetterna 8) haha :D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:DD
Ett år sen <3 Bara för att det blir återförening av detta gänget på sportlovet x) längtar ;)
Horny Corny kommer äntligen hem igen. Älskar dej så jävla mycket gumman <3
bajskorv
"När vintern gömmer dina spår så att du inte hittar hem
När du är vilsen i en vinternatt igen.
Kom ihåg mig då"
Jag tror att jag saknar sommaren.
Belala tycker om hundar så länge dom är riktigt jävla små x)
Did you ever
Did you ever catch that feeling
Ayia Fucking Napa 25 juni x) 119 dagar kvar
Baby Im sorry.
For whatever It was I always did, and the way that it all went down.
The way that I am makes it all my fault.
What is love really if it only affects, one aspect of life?
That’s like a musician who only accepts, his own musical type.
That’s like a preacher who only respects sunday morning, and not satur