Eila Hadssen:
it seems like I lost my brows. :D
Eila Hadssen:
myself.
Eila Hadssen:
it's me again.
Eila Hadssen:
Everything flows, nothing stands still.
Eila Hadssen:
Something gentle.
Eila Hadssen:
I want to be there again.
Eila Hadssen:
The worst thing about sunday is knowing tomorrow is monday
Eila Hadssen:
Shadows
Eila Hadssen:
Fears?
Eila Hadssen:
waves