singh-bean:
BLOOD I. Making Life
singh-bean:
BLOOD II. Bringing Life
singh-bean:
BLOOD III. Taking Life
singh-bean:
To imagine their lives, their lives..
singh-bean:
kiss my bags
singh-bean:
The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror.
singh-bean:
Penso como posso, não como quero. Olho fora, mas tem que se olhar dentro.
singh-bean:
apathy I
singh-bean:
SIMPLY
singh-bean:
An Excuse
singh-bean:
I thought of you and where you’ve gone, the world spins madly on
singh-bean:
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be.
singh-bean:
bambi by suuns
singh-bean:
Sink on me, drown on me
singh-bean:
But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave
singh-bean:
the best solutions are often simple, yet unexpected.
singh-bean:
readily
singh-bean:
quem é que acolheira mãos tão marcadas quanto as minhas?
singh-bean:
How it goes
singh-bean:
dont know what to do with myself
singh-bean:
dentro
singh-bean:
Smrt
singh-bean:
past
