Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
allora anto dato che buffy non è disponibile^^ il mio angel neanche...mi prendo Cordelia che almeno nello spin-off Angel si mette con lui alla fine...per cui mi accontento così^^
Ho visto il tuo cuore. Lo tenevi nelle le mani per farlo vedere a tutti e io temevo che potesse venire lacerato o ferito,e ho desiderato proteggerlo più di ogni altra cosa... e scaldarlo con il mio."
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Ho visto il tuo cuore. Lo tenevi nelle le mani per farlo vedere a tutti e io temevo che potesse venire lacerato o ferito,e ho desiderato proteggerlo più di ogni altra cosa... e scaldarlo con il mio."
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Anto *-* mi posso prendere pure faith?
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'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's You and Me and all other people And I don't know Why, I can't keep my eyes off of you ♥ ♥'Cause it's You and Me ♥
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.