"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."
Ja, hättest du machen sollen.
Dann wärst du zu mir in die Hölle gekommen. |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."
Mmh, du noch nicht.
Dafür musst du richtig bad-ass sein. :P
"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."
"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."
...nanu, was ist das?
*Bettdecke anguck*
...Mir ist eh kalt... :'3
*Bettdecke anzünd und die Flammen betrachtet*
Guck mal, Roxy, sie brennt! Hohoho. |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."
*zzZZzz*
*schnief* Hier riechts irg.wie verbrannt... Oh das ist ja nur meine Bettdecke...
Bettdecke?? MEINE?!?! AAAHHHRRRGGG! *Draußen in den See spring*