Mon coeur vous appartient. Je vous appartiens.


Faded Memories|FADED MEMORIES|Faded Memories
It’s a sad thing, to be forgotten.
It’s like you never existed, you never were. Like dust blown away by a none too gentle wind, scattered and lost.
Perhaps lost forever.
And you? Are you lost to me forever?
Gone are the days when our moments together seemed just like yesterday. I can no longer remember the color of your eyes, or the way you styled your hair, or how your lips lifted up in a smile. My memory of you is like a faded photograph; a vague face, discolored clothes, a fuzzy background – nothing more.
The sound of your voice and the words you
i like that photo Pause, your sketch "just a room"
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J'aime la... uuuh gallery!
(studying french in college, i suck at it, i just noticed that you speak french in your journal at least)
and i really like that Room II piece.. it's awesome
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- híf þitt líf
Jóhannes G. Þorsteinsson
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You know the rules.. there are none!!
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Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up
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There is no excuse for mediocrity.
www.reggiemace.com
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* opportunities always look bigger going than coming *
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bombshell on a sunny day
i hoped too much to blow your mind away
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Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up
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Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up
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