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Sleep syndrome . .
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Sleep syndrome . .
That irritating moment when your shin bone turns into a device for finding furniture in a dark room!!!!!.
Normally when I bring my dog for a walk, he doesn't really listen to me or bother doing what I say.
She loved spending the afternoon in the park, especially in times of distress. She needed to be in touch with nature in order to clear her mind, to find herself again.
weary of wariness, or wary of weariness?.
Let's share a cigarette and go skinny dipping and sneak out our back doors at midnight. You bring the champagne and I'll bring the chocolates and strawberries.
Remember when you were a child playing with jigsaw puzzles. Most of the time you never really finish any of them, always left them incomplete and move on to a new one.
Not having a good day , feet takes you around town & stopped by your fav place to get your face food ^^ Munching away my tako yaki-s 5 for $3.00 , why not ?. Hahaha.
For blasting like an immature , now saying sorry . Hmmmm, Pathetic fool you are babe . And no I am not your sister ..
The more I miss you, the more I get frustrated wondering what have we become.. I miss you- I've built a strong need for you.. It's like an addiction but more,..
After every stab to the heart, you tell yourself that you're never going to hope again. You're never going to wish again.
I hate romantic movies and novels, because they give you false hope but I'm not able to stop reading and watching them and hoping that it may happen to me too..
Life is too short to hate. We all know happiness always has an ending... Death awaits....
The only way forward for man, is to be able to work with eachother. The only way that will happen is if aliens invade. Then we have a common enemy; is this the only way?.
Your recent Facebook Status Update. And on a level somewhere I'm happy for You, or at least trying to be. And, I'm sorry but the small tender fractured part of Me wishes it wasn't true.
She is who creates problems to herself , doesn't know how to appreciate what she have , who she's with & what she gets . I was obviously too sincerely nice to her. Today she pist the fuck out of me .
Heaven is a warm bed soft pillows and a heavy quilt and a quiet room... bliss.
In my opinion, they're harder to say than apologies. Socially, I feel awkward. Yet I get along with everyone just fine.
I love mornings. I love how peaceful and serene they are, when the air is crisp and cool and you can hear the background noise of birds chirping. Pigeons crooning. Chaffinches trilling.
I don't need to flirt I will seduce you with my awkwardness.
I could only be friends (just friends) with him , and here I am trying not to love him to the fullest , but it's so hard ..
I sleep with, my iPhone repeating the soundtrack of the thriller movie, UNTRACEABLE- (untraceable) Its so smooth. But people call it spooky..
Make it count..
I'm sat having a coffee. It's almost 0500, and it's very dark outside. I could use a smoke before I restart my work so I guess that's my next move.