poniedziałek, 7 lutego 2011

love

-I'm going to come to your bed at night and we will make love.

-And she is so full of motherfucking fonderence for you that she got on this plane just to come see you.

-lovesick teenager

-yearningly

-Isn't it possible that you were trying to seduce him?

-I adore you, but this is getting to be too much.

-you let me down.

-Is not good to hate?

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love doesn;t exist.
perhaps, gabriela

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