Guilty pleasures

A glass of chardy....

Gossip girl....

Thinking of what could be, should be, is, but shouldn't be.

GET ON IT!

http://thezohanbloggers.blogspot.com/

A beautiful compilation, the first two person blog I've come across, it deserves way more recognition.

Please, check it out :)

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:)

Tram.. :)

From the back:
nice hair...

Suit jacket :) ...

Jeans ...

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COWBOY BOOTS!

Be mine?

garh!

Things are good

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Tension builds

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Tension's diffused

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EXPLOSION

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Then...

Things are good

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Tension builds

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Tension's diffused

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EXPLOSION

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Then...

Things are good

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Tension builds

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Tension's diffused

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EXPLOSION

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Then...

Things are good

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Tension builds

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Tension's diffused

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EXPLOSION

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Then...

..................... oneday things wont recover.

L.A

It's like I love this pain

a little too much

love my heart all busted up

somethin bout her

it just don't work

but I can't walk away

it's like I love this pain

another like

After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and falling in love. You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something. Promises can be broken just as quickly as they are made and goodbyes really are forever

I hate you

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I miss you.

if i wasnt against "liking" id "like" these coz i really like them :P

" You know you're pissed when you say "cheers mate" to the Bank Machine "

dislike this one " The awkward arm when spooning"
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" I can't hear you, so ill just laugh and hope it wasn't a question" - happened at work the other day...awks much!

update*

" Looking up your symptoms on google and ending up terrified." - who doesnt, had my whole primary school convinced we were a special school :P

"Laying down at night thinking about those moments you just wanna re-live ." naw

Why are you surprised?

If you treat someone like a child of course they're going to act like one.

Pyke *

If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind

But every year it gets a little bit harder
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes

:(

And here i was thinking today was gona be a good day!
Damn organisation (or lack there of)!!
Damn university and my lack of motivation!
I wish i had something to care about...
>.<