l'assassinat considéré comme un des beaux arts

[elixabeth]

eyes peeled wide open these days and i look left and right before i'm off like a bullet to the other end of the street

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[vrittis]

Strange how rushing through our contrete lives make us forget some basic truths:
-- when you want something to stay, to last without holding it out of breath till it dies, just try to catch its soul, to tame it. And sometimes, love pleads for being let go...

*bows*

Mind if i go on reading your journal?