Y hoy sólo quiero creer que recordarás las tardes de invierno por Madrid,
las noches enteras sin dormir.
(Un cafe con sal -La Oreja de Van Gogh)
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Along the rode I left
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- source: unicorn diaries
- How I long for that freedom:
- Babushka:
- Thirteen:
- Paris, je t'aime:
- Source: oh, magpie
- With stories that end sad, you go on feeling sad a...
- This summer I'll find a new way:
- In between it all, I grew up.
- MKA:
- (Source: nelogika)
- WeLiveYoungI feel so very tired.
- You don't know me and you don't even care.
- Amanda Norgaard:
- Love me back:
- Ten days
- Rooney live ! . Waiting for Eureka to come out...
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- As it is, I can't settle.
- Y hoy sólo quiero creer que recordarás las tardes ...
- Aujourd'hui j'essayerai de faire les choses d'une ...
- My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, I ...
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- Yes, losing your heart's desire is tragic. But gai...
- Take me to Paris and make me forget
- WeLiveYoung
- I'm a writer and a dreamer and a listener and here...
- The thing is that love… love is what is still ther...
- Take me to NYC
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Revealed
- To the edge of everything
- Fight for them. Continue to love them until you physically can’t anymore. And then, if they still don’t love you back, let them go.
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