sculpture and poesy
where there is no poesy there is no life. a body with poesy ..., cries . abody without poesy have no life inside,no ritmum,only robot.
sweet dreams
... in my heart i have a feeling i cant get it out of me ; i cant trust some people ; i just fell inside of me there s something wrong and i must not trust ; the actions , the animosity, their agressivity and the way they hide themselves into. i just cant understand. good night.
Problematic Tumblr
my tumblr is cleanning everything.but i think its gonna being allright tomorrow.i cant reblog or like.
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