il est appelé délire, que certains appellent le tissu distinguée de générosité monstruosité, mais vous et moi sont intelligents ... ce soir nous allons montrer au monde notre horreur véritable de socialite et de la hiérarchie, et leur dire exactement comment se comporter dans le hall de Mozart.
Sometimes I look at my own face and I do not know who I am. I see a piece of everyone I know buried under the skin ...
it is called delirium, which some call the fabric of generosity distinguished monstrosity, but you and I are intelligent ... tonight we'll show the world our true horror of socialite and hierarchy, and tell them exactly how to behave in the lobby of Mozart.
I'll post whenever the fuck I feel like it, got it? All-in-all, I really am a sweet girl.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Les efforts Lonely d'une montagne
être courageux, c'est ainsi que le temps passe vite ... bientôt vous vous retrouverez ne me manques pas du tout, et je vais être triste, mais heureux parce que tu es toujours vivant ... ma chérie, je sais que ce n'est pas le façon dont vous avez toujours rêvé de me dire, mais laissez-la sortir, dans l'air froid des montagnes ... Je t'aime trop.
The efforts of a Lonely Mountain
be brave, that's how time flies ... Soon you will find I is not missing at all, and I'll be sad, but happy because you're still alive ... my dear, I know this is not the way you've always dreamed of telling me, but let it out in the cold mountain air ... I love you too.
The efforts of a Lonely Mountain
be brave, that's how time flies ... Soon you will find I is not missing at all, and I'll be sad, but happy because you're still alive ... my dear, I know this is not the way you've always dreamed of telling me, but let it out in the cold mountain air ... I love you too.
Dangers of A Juvenile Inefficiency
Sadly i haven't had enough time to keep posting blogs, and now i feel as if my head is going to implode from just the sheer amount of frustation coursing through my veins. I feel as if my schoolwork isn't that important now, and am becoming bored by staying here. I am becoming restless...i cannot stand this form of torture...over-sadism i do not mind, romance i love, drama i regale, and immaturity i abhorr....what is my problem?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)