σταμάτα να ακούς όλη μέρα το Mourning Sun.Originally Posted by lost_icon
:πινκ:
Βαιος Λοκος Φορεβερ.
when it goes to .999 then I rise and there I shine
Ax00se
her unsober ways...
Originally Posted by lost_icon
kati mou 8ymizei auth h moutsouna....
Ένας daydreamer στη Γαλλία την περασμένη άνοιξη...
Φωτο για μπουκλετ.
when it goes to .999 then I rise and there I shine
Originally Posted by Darkling
Ένας καλός λόγος να μάθω μουσική και να βγάλω σιντί.
Originally Posted by Ghoul
Poverty, depression, power and despair Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beatThe damage has been done- irreparable and all-encompassingNature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won’t have to burn the booksWHEN NOONE READS THEM ANYWAY!
Apocalypse now. Answer the chicken.
The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
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ε μλκ σοβαρά τώρα, πάτα σχολη.
I hope you choke and die
Γνωριζόμεθα?
The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
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