take me far away, some place nice. where the sun always shines, and there’s no goodbyes
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take me far away, some place nice. where the sun always shines, and there’s no goodbyes
Πως να ξεκολλησω το ρημάδι το κεφάλι μου από αυτόν;
Η λοβοτομη, για άμεσο αποτέλεσμα.
Ο χρόνος, για αργή και βασανιστική επούλωση.
this and someone you can talk to about everything
Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983
Remembering is my love language. whether it be your birthday, your phone number, your favorite movie, your favorite food, your favorite memory, your worst memory, your favorite song, your favorite artist, your favorite cousin, your favorite relative, your favorite friend, everything.
This is how the inside of my pussy looks like
Imagine this: my boobs in your hands
Need a long makeout session where we can't keep our hands off each other
I don't need perfect. I just want genuine.
δεν τον ηθελα τελειο, τον ηθελα οπως ειναι.. γιατι ετσι τον γνώρισα, αλλα στα ματια μου ηταν υπέροχος ετσι κ αλλιως
I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad
εγώ σε ολη μ την εφηβεία
You can’t grow and stay the same. Choose.
“I have kisses for the back of your neck.”
— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (1999); “Briar Rose,”
When you let go, God’s miracles begin.
you got distant when i needed you the most..