Мысли
Капец... Завтра раньше встать надо, навернойе. Мне ж мейк-то дома сделать надо... 
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
-
Fortune
- Headache

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Это фсе
кришка. крыша съехала окончательно и не обещала вернуться...
*машет крыше вслед*
*машет крыше вслед*
I am what you see
I am not what they say
But if I turned out to be
Could you love me anyway
Standing in none of this hope in your heart
Will just wake up and ask for me by name
Maybe some day will ask for me by name
Just not today(c)
I am not what they say
But if I turned out to be
Could you love me anyway
Standing in none of this hope in your heart
Will just wake up and ask for me by name
Maybe some day will ask for me by name
Just not today(c)
Писец... Она смотрела в зеркало перед тем, как ЭТО одевать и тем более, в ЭТОМ фоткаццо??? 
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
Таг.. Непорядог. Срочно нужно обновлядь фотги)))
Ничё, завтра, чувствую, придёццо еще со школы домой бегадь за другими аккамуляторами)))
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
-
Fortune
- Headache

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Оно пришло, уселось на диван и стало играть в барби (таки плохо, что в ее комнате идет ремонт и ей приходиться спать в кабинете
) и сказало на ЛП - рок, хотя даже не дохадываетцо, что такое альтернатива. 
I am what you see
I am not what they say
But if I turned out to be
Could you love me anyway
Standing in none of this hope in your heart
Will just wake up and ask for me by name
Maybe some day will ask for me by name
Just not today(c)
I am not what they say
But if I turned out to be
Could you love me anyway
Standing in none of this hope in your heart
Will just wake up and ask for me by name
Maybe some day will ask for me by name
Just not today(c)
