love, cats
valamiért ez mindig ugyanolyan jó
kis cuki, hogy kerülsz ide
d / lángoló bokor / régi bandázás
hát még szép hogy.
you've got that something
that keeps me so off balance
(i mean, apart from my regular-basis-ill-balancedness. well, i've sort of always suspected that a non-existing language does exist in my head.
i hate missing someone who'll probably never miss me. but that's how it always is.)
spring. suicide weather.
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