

LossTwisted sheets, beads of sweat I wake up, another dream of regretLoss
This night tortures my soul It leaves my body smoldering like a coal
I’ve never wanted anything this bad You make me lose all the sense I had
You smile that smile, lick those lips My body aches with want for those fingertips
My walls start to fall, I shiver and shake I anticipate, I can’t take this wait
My treasured innocence is lost I want you to dominate at all cost
Pin me up against the wall Breathless to my pride’s rise and fall
Please stop th
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Un libro es un espejo, sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro.
"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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+ Trop petite pour être une femme, trop grande pour être une poupée +
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Read Bulletproof!
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It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.
Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories,
instead of theories to suit facts.
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FoxyArt.net [link]
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*warning: epic fail ahead*
approach with caution. 8D
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WHERE THE HELL'S MY GRILLED CHEESE!!!
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I've been in your head lately. Yeah. And I have to say...you could stand to pick up in there once in a while.
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AND YES, I STILL NEED VOTES FOR THE SOUL ALCHEMIST DOUJINSHI!
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