The morning was pretty boring though. Why? Because the first person I texted, replied after a gazillion years. in the afternoon, I caught two kids playing catch catch with my favorite Versace perfume and boy was I scared! The purpose of this post is; We all whine sometimes and complain no one cares. But the truth is;.

čo je toto za retardovanú frázu? Ja osbne v nej hlbší zmysel nenachádzam. Ten čo vymyslel túto tému týždňa je asi nejaký samotár, pri najlepšom friendzoned človek, ktorý túži po niečom takom.

The children of the nation attacked once again. Fading memories are probably the worst thing that has ever happ.

Real or not real? March 19, 2015. In the cold silence of the night, the light emanating from the night lamps falling on the wet grass. There were so many questions. 8220;Who are you? 8221;, I blurted out before I could stop. 8220;Is this real? 8221;, I asked. 8220;What is this place? .

One memory at a time. A Tale of Two Classes. The wicked winter wind shook her to the core. There was a huge L shaped tear on her sleeve and it stung every time the wind blew. She clutched her child close to her. It was safe from the ghastly weather under three threadbare sheets. He walked into the house to the sound of china smashing. Fucking dipshits, both of them. He knew his sister was g.

An insane trying to weave words. This content is password protected. Enter your password to view comments. The world stops for me,. Whenever I close my eyes,. Just when I open them up,. The world slips away,. Black is all what I see,. My light is gone,. Try to cross the infinities,. Between you and me,. Like running in desert, seeking water.