Neria`

but…we are like two shattered vases, you and I. Separate events knocked us onto the floor beside each other, and I am afraid that if we continue like this, all our pieces will get horribly mixed up, and I don’t believe you actually want to be part of my vase. Nor should you. I’m a terrible, ugly vase that leaks water everywhere.
Reklam
Çocukluğunun her parçasının serpilip büyümeye hakkı olmalıydı. Ama bunun yerine bastırılmıştı,tam açacakken koparılmış bir çiçek gibiydi.
Sayfa 172·Kitabı okudu
There will be times we cannot fight. That does not mean we surrender.
There was nothing shameful in the terrors that stalked a man at night. Better scream at night than fall during the day.
Blood for blood and joy for joy. Do what you must to remember we live.
Reklam