| My eyes can not defend ostensible strecoara world slowly under the skin her skin has no smell as dreams do not have any does not want to change the gate of a pale green gate which is more than a year passing is a kind of limit after which he was cramped childhood with the most beautiful memories a place where time passes more slowly a place where nothing changes ________________________________________ _______ Not me ... but I did picture I hope you enjoy! |










p.s.: ma bucur ca ti-a placut ce am scris
I hope you'll have a nice time here <33
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It's not because you haven't got wings you can't fly; it's because you didn't try to learn it
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"I don't think when I write. I feel." - Black Ash Sunset
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It's not because you haven't got wings you can't fly; it's because you didn't try to learn it
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"I don't think when I write. I feel." - Black Ash Sunset
Merlin
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Are there no stones in heaven
but what serve for the thunder?
"Othello," William Shakespeare
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