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Music is that one thing that makes me wonder why I was born without. Voor mensen die Pictures vn Rani nodig hebben. Subscribe to my blog! I walked across a crowded street. A sea of eyes cut through me. And I saw you in the middle. Your upset face, you wear it well. You camouflage the way you feel. Searching for that something more.

Bringing STOCKHOLM to London, with swedish love! Long time no see! Har inte skrivit nat pa evigheter. Och jag skams over att nu nar jag antligen gor det sa ar det pa en dator utan ett svenskt alfabet. Och ja, jag vet att det ar sjukt jobbigt att lasa en text utan prickar, men har man behov att att skriva sa far man leva med att andra hatar det helt enkelt. Vem hade kunnat tro det for ett ar sen? Alltsa det ar skitkul sahar nar man ar 23 ar gammal och inte har planer pa att settl.

FILLED GLASSES and LIT CIGARETTES, Poetry by Noemi Moncayo. THE OTHER, Poetry by Randa Shami. She had to learn a certain form of growing. Of learning to treat sex like it was nothing. To reduce the heart ache caused by men who she felt more for. But who wanted to do nothing more than consume. And that did nothing less than add to her allure.