söndag 14 juni 2009
fredag 12 juni 2009
torsdag 11 juni 2009
onsdag 10 juni 2009
Waking up
TIME PASSES. Even when it seems impossible. Even
when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of
blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange
lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of
blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange
lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
stephenie meyer & new moon
tisdag 9 juni 2009
fredag 5 juni 2009
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