Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight. the perks of being a wallflower
the starlight hidden behind the cold clouds
'93; a reason to keep believing, a reason to live.
I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there
to start of
Thursday @ 19.8.10
well, for one... i'm a human being.
it would be terribly creepy if i'm not. like; well hello there, i'm a cyborg from year 2045! no, the world does not end in 2012.
that would be much more interesting than a human girl making a blog though.
