

the perfect boy.the perfect boy.
she always wanted a musician - a boy who could play the too-blue veins in her too-small arms and legs like strings of an untouched acoustic guitar. he would strum along to melodies in her bloodstream, and sing her to sleep with a voice that rasped over
'a's' but glided over 'r's' - because she thinks a voice like that would finally make
her name sound beautiful. a singer, of sorts,
he would be able to find lyrics in the indents of her jawbone, to find beats in the empty pockets of her ribcage. he'd find chords in the in-out of her breathe just to memorize the patterns of d
You're featured in
Bill Kaulitz Reloaded
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ART against RACISM Project 2009 [link] by *thestargazer23
You have been featured in our clubs Journal! [link]
Hope you have a great weekend!
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To photograph truthfully and effectively is to see beneath the surfaces and record the qualities of nature and humanity which live or are latent in all things.
-Ansel Adams-
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Crushed hopes
Dead dreams
Hidden tears
And silent screams
[[*Angel*]]
.tnereffid ma I
I lost the game.
Prieks tevi redzēt te (sun)
^_^ Kā pa dzīvi?
kā tev pašai? 10 klase, huh.
Jauni cilvēki, bišķi cits klases sastāvs.
Jā, jāuzsit čatiņš.
Kā pa skolu? Kura tev vispār klase?
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