Idézetek, érzések, gondolatok...

Love, love, love. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.

HIt me! Just once. i want to feel something.

Sometimes I think I was born backwards... you know, come out of my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate, and the people I hate...

Anger, Jealousy, Bitterness, Tiredness, Hope, Lust, Love. It’s everywhere. Its conceptual. You just can’t see it.