three hours of sleep

Mittwoch, 26. November 2014

Wenn ein Schriftsteller sich in dich verliebt, wirst du niemals sterben

Eingestellt von Rose um 07:17

Liesl26. November 2014 um 08:32
Ein schöner und wirklich wahrer Satz!♥
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How did it get so late so soon?

It's night before it's afternoon.

December is here before it's June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon?

She was like the wilted flowers. Beautiful, yet slowly dying.

The meaning of life is that it stops

Even atheists could have seen heaven in your eyes

A body can only go 4-5 days without sleep, but I've gone years without rest

Because you never think the last time is the last time, you think there'll be more. You think you have forever but you don't.

- His last words

Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me.

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