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.


Friday, 8 July 2011

Reede.

Tegin küpsisetainast - hiljem leidsin seda kõrva tagant ja lõhnasin nagu kohupiim, terve õhtu.

Varemalt samal päeval: mu esimene kommi-kõhuvalu, rääkivad loomad, amazed Kati, vilespillid, turvamees mu isa ning mind jälitamas and so much more.

*What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?*
Kuula: Jack Green - Valentina

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