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, 19 June 2011

Pühapäev.

She sells seashells by the seashore. The shells that she sells are surely seashells. So if she sells shells on the seashore, I'm sure she sells seashore shells.

lol @ life.


Viimased päevad on head olnud. Mulle meeldivad need inimesed, kes mind ümbritsevad ja kes tahavad minuga oma elu jagada.

Aga homme teeme ühe väikse tirtsu ilusaks.

*Three times a charm*
Kuula: Feist - Safety Bricks

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