My legend stopped existing the day I started living. My perception of this revelation made you read this paper.
© Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
My legend stopped existing the day I started living. My perception of this revelation made you read this paper.
© Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved
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First and foremost: Writer. Enthusiastic, highly sensitive to odours, dreamy, witty, funny, as bright as the crescent moon and still so humble as the rising sun. With a pinch of 'too much imagination'
It sums me up: Yellow(?) Got sensitive holes(?) and yellow (??) - double question mark-.
I think I'm drunk, but I'm sleeping in my bed- and underage, and can't be drunk Sometimes the world works - SOMETIMES, not this time.
"Words can be forgiven, but never forgotten.".
I miss you :(.
do you think God ever gets sad like “what do you mean you don’t love yourself i worked so hard on you….” -tumblr.
One thing I hate in life; lies..
The streets were ablaze by the tiny little lights they had put up in wintertime. That's when I first felt the warmth inside, that was left hollow by the coldness that summer brought.
The only sensible way to love is to deprivate oneself from the herd of rationalness. © Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved.
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