I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Oder der eigene Speichel. Die Enzyme arbeiten da wunderbar. :3
Btw... es ist dann natürlich auch nicht der Fall, dass ich Größe 32 trage. xD
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
Find ich auch. Sieht aus wie ein Stück vom Bettlaken, die Decke oder ne Windel... x'D
Achso? Hm, Sis, dann müssen wir unsere Höschen mit praktischem Loch wohl wieder abbestellen. So reizen wir KHM nämlich nicht. :<
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
Stimmt, könnte auch ein Mann sein, der Hormone genommen hat. x3
E:/ Die Person auf dem Bild hat doch schöne Brüste... die kann alles anziehen, was ich gerne anziehen würde. .___.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
nein, hätten sie nichts gesagt, hätte ich als erstes darauf antworten müssen, wodurch du wieder auf meinen Homo-Hass eingegangen wärst um weitere solcher Bilder zu posten, damit ich mich weiter drüber ärgern kann.
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."