| On my way to the moon. |
[Nov. 17th, 2013|03:08 pm] |
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| [ | Skaņas |
| | Wixel - On my way to the moon | ] |
Kad naktis ir garas un aukstas, visvairāk sanāk prātot par to, cik mēs esam maziņi. Bez slēpšanās tumšā stūrī. Bez Sīzifa sindroma.
Acis plati vaļā un uz augšu visumā. |
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| Inredibubously pretty. ņom. |
[Nov. 17th, 2013|11:03 pm] |
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| | indescribable | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Piano magic - Comets | ] |
You just can't wait for the right time because, like comets, it could be the last time. You should always tell them you love them in case you never see them again. |
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