E pxoianou einai kale, tou geitona?!Originally Posted by Moonspellheim
GAMNIESAI MALAKA POY 8A TO PEIS ERY8ROLEYKO
E pxoianou einai kale, tou geitona?!Originally Posted by Moonspellheim
GAMNIESAI MALAKA POY 8A TO PEIS ERY8ROLEYKO
gamiemai??krima kai me eixes sxedon peisei na to antallaksoume....
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
Bre parto esu k legie to k baggielh meta.
tha htan kalh idea na ginei kati tetoio (to tennis, oxi to ksekoliasma) mias kai dystyxws den exw parea pou na endiaferetai gia to sigekrimeno athlima.Originally Posted by regularpaul
ti kavla einai auth h Ivanovic????
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
Υπερεκτιμημένη γκόμενα.
Καμιά σχέση με θεές όπως η Κουρνίκοβα, η Σαράποβα ή η Ντόκιτς (για να μην πω και η Πιρς και αρχίσετε να με κράζετε).
Deep in the night
underneath the darkest skies
searching for a sign or some distant light
Screaming yet unheard
repeating every line
and every final word
They remain, they remain
you still remain
All these words and memories
and everything you were to me
they remain, they remain
you still remain
ki egw sthrizw pierce!
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
emenane h sumpa8eia mou pantws einai h myskina, an kai exei xa8ei ta teleutaia xronia
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
paixtika elpizw na ennoeis!
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
mpa, allwste me tavanoprokes asxoloumai
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
στηριζουμε ιβανοβιτς!!!!
I swear on tomorrow, if you take this chance
Our lives are this moment, the music - the dance
And here in this labyrinth of lost mysteries
I close my eyes on this night and you're all that I see
Caroline Wozniacki DEN v Ana Ivanovic
koryfaio match.
MORTUARY DRAPE - INTO THE DRAPE LP 1STPRESS 1992 decapitated records 130E
Originally Posted by symposium_lexotanil
mpa(mp)
xavale ton kanei o rafa. poly neurikos o tzokovits simera. ekatonoxtakosa lathi. tou xronou pali.
epeidi den eida katholou ti egine sta proigoumena paixnidia, gia peite eseis pou kserete ti ekame o ntavintenkos.
Originally Posted by eleventh guardian
eisai frikaleos. i ivanovits oxi mono einai i pio orea tenistria ever (paizetai auto, ypirkse kai i xingkis) alla kai apo tis pio orees gynaikes genikws. kai tha to parei kai gia plaka fetos me tis ampales rosides pou itan ston allo imiteliko.
αχαχαχ, ποια Μαρτίνα Χίνγκις ρε άμπαλε.
πάμε ρε Τζόκοβιτς γάμα το μουνί
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"Why didn't it kill him?" she said.
"Unforgivably sloppy workmanship at the hand grenade factory," I said.
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