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stars and satellites

 

cool stuff of the day




the lip-sync was a little off but this could be an actual music video.i've watched this at least ten times.it's THAT good!

 
 

Süßigkeit zu meinen Augen

omg!!!!! i couldn't sleep so i went downstairs in the middle of the night. i turned on the tv and flipped through all the channels.it's saturday night and there's wrestling??like at 12?? so i keep hitting on the remote control incessantly...then, i thought i saw sp!!! he reminded me SO much of sp that i sat down for the entire hour!!!! hwaa!!!!!!

so, this is the REAL sp:





AND this is the sp lookalike that i saw:






my sp????

that's a secret i'll never tell.*wink wink*

d:-x

ich werde spült!


goodnight:-D

 
 

papaya




I miss long walks in the park.

I miss blowing bubbles to see them floating like little balloons around me.

I miss waking up in the morning to see a rainbow coloring up the blue, blue sky.

I miss sitting on the swing and let myself go.

I miss writing letters to people which I end up not sending.

I miss the smell of the rain in the mornings.

I miss watching this old, smiley guy cooking with papaya seeds on tv.

I miss playing in this pool which breaks into little paths with my mother watching me from a distance.

I miss holding my cat when I’m alone and afraid.

I miss the smell of plastic bags in the clinics.

I miss playing the score of the song I loved so much.

I miss listening to my teacher’s stories whenever I’m in her class.

I miss lying on the grass and watch the stars illuminate the dark sky.

I miss watching ‘Tales from the crypt’ at midnight.

I miss buying ice-cream from the old man after school.

I miss balancing equations in chemistry.

I miss playing in the rain.

I miss stupid conversations that go on for hours.

I miss the stimulation of running in the mornings with the cold air brushing against my cheeks.

I miss meeting people whom I can have a decent conversation with.

I miss seeing the flowers fall from the tree and cover the earth.

I miss the stuff I don’t see more than the stuff I do.