We waren gebleven bij 2.
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.
You were born to be real not to be perfect
“Nothing like a nice tentacle-slap across the maw to set the tone for the week, eh? ”
Aan niets denken is ook denken.
i wanna die with you once or twice.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
You are my piece of paradise.
Dammit Bard, you're going to set the cat on fire!
[ bericht aangepast door Amavi op 18 jan 2016 - 17:35 ]
We accept the love we think we deserve. [ Atlas went Amavi ]