the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll be lost again: send me a postcard if you get that far.


Sunday, 13 December 2009

Laupäev.

Aitäh imetoreda päeva eest! :)


"And I'm not saying that I know what I want. But I know what I don't, don't want to rot in my room and never know what could have been, believe what everyone else tells me is true."

Kuula!: Loose Leaves by Bright Eyes

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