December
January 2009
Jag finns inte utan dig, inget är detsamma när du inte är nära mig.
the sound of your voice, could save her soul
It would be like the end of the world, almost everything would stop. There would be no sunshine, and no singing birds. There would only be a broken soul
Fire and Ice »« Some say the world will end in fire Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough
But of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die. - Genesis 2:17 -
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. - Edna St. Vincent Millay -
Blöööööööööö, skjut mig.
IMORGON ÄR DEN MIN, ÄR DEN INTE DET SÅ SLÅR JAG DEN SOM STÅR NÄRMAST.
Maybe this should be the new me? I can't compete with those girls, and sometimes I can't compete with my own thoughts. I can't control them, so I'm sorry. Sorry for doubting, and sorry for not keepin
will I ever change?
the words coming out of your mouth doesn't feel right in my head.
para siempre
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