August 2011
The moon never beams without bringing to me...
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… and fairytale dreams.
– Taken from: Messages I will never recieve again.
July 2011
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Yet he lives.
Today you spoke to me, A song full of nothing.
A lighter or a murder scene In the dreamy coffin.
Semi-precious eyes convinced, Inadequacy revealed.
He’s either dead or dying, Yet he lives.
There's not a word for what I want to do to you.
С отчаян поглед, той умолявал вещицата да го превърне в плъх, или в насекомо, за...
– Из сънищата ми. Част I.
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Специално за C.J.
“Дайте ми душите си, приятелите си, семействата си. Дайте ми познатите и непознатите вам, тези които не сте срещнали и нивга не ще срещнете. Дайте ми невиността си. Дайте ми живота си.” Рекъл им демонът, “А аз ще ви даря с tumblr.”
Sing for the broken and sing for the bleeding....
Sing for everyone who told you, that you shouldn’t sing.
irenakathryn asked: we have the same name (: and i love love looove your blog.
Socially crippled.
C.J.: When was the last time you checked or you reblogged something on Tumblr?
Joanne. Radoslav. Myself.: About half an hour ago.
C.J.: And when was the last time you went out?
Joanne. Radoslav. Myself.: ...
Show me your wounds, I'm bored with mine....
To be alive at all is to have scars.
– John Steinbeck
I am sorry, Mister, but the only Jack I can love...