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AnasAbdin
we're not kids anymore.
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Mike Driver
Three Goblin Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Today's Document
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Xuebing Du
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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@j85plus
Cuando le dije que mi versión favorita era la de Grace Jones, me dijo que no tenía ninguna predilección, aunque la prefería cuando era interpretada por hombres. En ese entonces me pareció extraño, no le entendí, pero ahora, casi 10 años después, lo capté. Es lindo que un hombre le cante a otro hombre.
The sky is lit up Day will be richer than night So don't think of yesterday It's here and now♪ G'day
Frío y breve como un verso, Escrito en lengua animal♪
Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain...♪
Hearts are heavy, for they are many and I'm one♪
You go, girls.
Descubriré Descubriré que el mago es solo una ilusión♪
Loalwa Braz, Kaoma’s vocalist - of Lambada fame -, died on january 19th 2017.
Ai, ai, ai Dançando Lambada!♪
No sé si hacer Sólo pa' deshacer Sólo por deshacer Nunca hacer por hacer♪ Un café por hacer.
A falta de cómic hoy, va un gif. Pero mañana sin falla :D
Ears of lost minds Luke and torn Dresses rotten And broken stores And the meaning It's sold too soon Can the blister Substitute the moon?♪
And I don't have to tell you You're the only one♪
August 6, 1990 – December 25, 1996
Don't talk of love Well, I've heard the words before It's sleeping in my memory And I won't disturb the slumber Of feelings that have died If I never loved, I never would have cried I am a rock I am an island♪
IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN♪
Because the world does not belong to us. Because we're nothing, leftovers. Because we are tumbleweeds on roads. Because we are every lost, dashing, shadow. Because we're poems on sidewalks. Because you are the needle in my arm. We are equals. We are mirrors. We cut the night...
"Lo importante no es lo que se come, sino cómo se come" / “What is important is not what you eat, but how you eat it”
Epitectus (55-135 AD)
