13 noviembre 2011

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There's something about Sunday night that really makes you want to kill yourself.



07 noviembre 2011

Hit the lights.

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01 noviembre 2011

IT´S ALL ABOUT US [Untouchable]

I still remember the words you said. The hesitations, the sighs, the stuttering, and everything in between. I still remember the things you promised, - your words of comfort that made me sleep so good at night. The sound of your voice lingers as you tried to find the right words to say goodbye in the sweetest way possible. Everything that has once felt so real, has now faded far away to a place I sometimes wish to revisit.