yaklaşan yılbaşlarını da yaklaşan doğum günlerini de sevmiyorum.
eskiyen hayallerimizi, umutlarımızı yeni boyasına batırıp çıkarıyoruz, bi süre daha idare ediyoruz yeni renkleriyle, sonra tekrar soluyor her şey.
False promises honey, false promises: missed connections and I’m pushing everyone away right now. Every single one of them and I’m not sure why but it feels good even though I know very well that I’m not allowed to do it. I love you but you’re bringing me down and I think that’s pretty much it. I realized how stupid (or not stupid, just little bit careless) I have been for such a long time and I got scared and started missing other places, other people. Places where I have never been and people I have never met before, and also: home. I told you darling, I get bored so easily. Surprise me.
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hide me.
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snow.
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(:
wtf?
life is life.
ıt’s all about perspective!
what to focus on.
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