

boy who belongs to the sunhe asked me once, 'are you afraid to die?' and i didn't know how to answer. i'd like to say that i am; that it scares me more than anything else, but i can't help but think that the world becomes a better place when you die. i told him i wasn't and he stared out the window at the dark street. resting his head against the slightly-frosted window pane, he breathed 'neither am i' - we're all just dying, though, don't you think? we're not living, we're dying. every day is another day we won't ever get back and another day that we won't ever remember. at least we're dying together, though. at least we can say that we've spent time watcboy who belongs to the sun
PS. nie wiedziałam, że masz 16 lat. Jak na drugoklasistkę LO jesteś młoda xD
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The kingdom of FAR FAR Away, Donkey? That's where we're going! FAR! FAR!... away.
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Remember, remember the fifth of November
V for Vendetta
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"Disce quasi semper victurus; vive quasi cras moriturus"
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