Où je vous veux.

I'm seeing ghosts in everything I do.

To you I'm just a novel that you wish you never wrote.

He's but a falling leaf.

I care too much about things that don't matter.
Silent night, broken night.
All is fallen when you take your flight.
I found some hate for you just for show.
You found some love for me thinking I'd go.
Don't keep me from crying to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, moonlit night.
Nothings changed, nothing is right.
I should be stronger than weeping alone.
You should be weaker than sending me home.
I can't stop you fighting to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Every
single
moment
is
undeniably
beautiful.

I suppose all good things are born to die.
Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and
that's why its nice to be by yourself.
You
killed
it
with
I
love
you.

What makes a man walk away from his mind?
What makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?
What makes a man want to break a heart with ease?
What makes a man pray, when he's about to die?

Cheers.

Nouveaux amis.
De liefde is niet voor mij bedoeld.
Ook al schijnt de zon nog zo fijn
de jongens breken mijn hart
na het vrijen in het gras.

-Leo Kroonen
http://www.leo-kroonen.nl/
I'm excited for my weekend
adventure to begin.

These are a few of my favorite things.
How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
And then just be.. in.. a good mood?
That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions it's as simple as that.


In the dark, come out and play.
life's breath like a sun against my head.

lovelove

This will be on my videotape.



It's so dark, I can't see the light.

La cocaina no es buena para su salud.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.

Mouche.

Days like this I don't know what to do with myself.

Où êtes-vous ?

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Français baiser, peau sur peau.

Bonheur!

The more I get of you, the stranger it feels.
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
Love is not a victory march.
By the way, my hands are shaking.
I'd rather waste some time with you.