Shia Labeouf by Peggy Sirota.
even when eating a sandwich…. yummmm x2.
Tracks
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
When one door closes another opens. But often we look so long so regretfully upon the closed door that we fail to see the one that has opened for us.
The boundaries which divide life from death
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends,
and the other begins?
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends,
and the other begins?
Sweet dreams, Tumblr.
a reminder for myself to eat this!!!
: crescent rolls, put a scoop of Nutella in each one. Roll it up and roll it in cinnamon and sugar and then bake according to the package.
sounds like heaven<3
Take my hand and my heart recedes
Flames illuminate our faces
And we are on fire.
Flames illuminate our faces
And we are on fire.
