Wie viele Aufgaben hat der Herr Doktor denn noch vor sich?
"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."
(Ich meinte Herr Dr. Axel, diesen Spanner, der bald doppelt in meinem Schlafzimmer stehen wird, lol.)
"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."
Oh, nein nein, es freut mich, dass sich mal jemand angesprochen fühlt... und du hast mich zum Schmunzeln gebracht, also danke! ~
...Kann man auch nur den Musikgeschmack eines Menschen heiraten? Ja, oder? ;A;
"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."
*sich den Bart anklebt*
...etwas kratzig, aber danke. Da gewöhnt man sich sicher drann.~
Wieso gegen die Realität? D:
"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."
"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...
Och, nö nö, hat sich schon wieder gelegt. Er ist mir wieder egal. |3
"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."