there is no pain in the void

Шла двадцатая минута тупняка
Умный любит дурачиться в той же степени, в которой дурак любит умничать.

2013-04-25 в 01:35 

Vega Highwell
And when you ask me tonight why I search for love so so far, I will hold you and whisper: you're my northern star, guiding star, baby. (c)
But there's life.
It brings pain, it brings breath and the sounds of rain...
Somehow, you'll get to know it.


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