The Raconteur
A wallflower, strong and bold in seasons of bloom, but the winds shook her still.
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This could just be the answer to why some relationships don't work. A translation from a croatian song. If we loved each other a li...
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Ramadhan. It's leaving, just as fast as it came. And all that's left is the last 10 days of this holy month which is when Lailatul ...
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Yet another uber tiring day. It's so sad for us banditos 'cause we feel stripped to the core when were humiliatingly punished and ha... -
i wonder why the skies are blue and the clouds are grey why raindrops fall without no news why the world tends to be so complicated at times...
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Things to do with your sweetheart; smile at each other. share everything. well, most things like food, books, clothes(?), stories, o...
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So, how do you expect one to open up and for you to not do the same? I'm not really in favor of letting someone else wholeheartedly i...
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you all must be wondering why did i create a new blog at Xanga. well,i must say,its because i was bored and i was sick and tired of trying t...
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What my dream guy is like. Tall, lean and tan. Jet-black hair shaved close to his head. Dimples - oh my god. Liquid eyes. Not cute- Gorgeous...
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Happy Birthday to Rye's bro, Daus :D happy brithday to you you were born in the zoo you look like a monkeyyyy aaaaaannnndddddd you smell...
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Why? Why be angry? Or sad? Or even think about wanting things Why? Since you're not even mine to begin with. I h...
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