I have two dishevelled feathers in my pockets, which I never ever want to lose.
I am an vexation to your soul. Die Herrscherin des Vortäuschens. My spirit is sick in a weird way. I identify too much with pessimistic thoughts like Schopenhauers.
Το ξες πως είναι κερδισμένος τελικά όποιος χαμογελάει μπροστά στην καρμανιόλα.
Αριιιιιιιι, hör auf.

I had always been convinced that the universe works in mysterious ways.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favourite things.

I sometimes really am afraid to fall asleep.

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