Sommario
- Post:
- 1150 (0.198 per giorno)
- Testo personale:
- "Where the fucking is your grave?"
- Sesso:
- Femmina
- Età:
- 32
- Località:
- England
- Data di registrazione:
- 29 October 2007, 19:59:02
- Ora locale:
- Oggi alle 23:45:46
- Ultima attività:
- 14 September 2023, 13:46:35
Firma:
Come back and make up a goodbye at least. Let's pretend we had one. / Reality is almost always wrong. / You want to believe, don't you? / It's all contaminated. / #1 The night I met you. / Fear is the price of imagination. / You know what I wish? I wish that just once people wouldn’t act like the cliché that they are. / Everything has its time and everything dies. / Haven’t you heard? I don’t have a heart. / Is it all lies, forever and ever, everyone and everything? / Doctor, please, please, don't make me go back! / Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. / Buffy, can we rest? / When it's dark and I'm all alone and I'm scared or freaked out or whatever, I always think: "What would Buffy do?" You're my hero. / If he breaks your heart, I'll nail-gun his. / “Però non voglio leggere chiù niente di chillu ca scrivi.” “Pecché?” “Pecché mi fa male.”
Credits: stephenie7777