sobota 18. srpna 2012

More than just a song...



Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.


And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless, 
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.
.....


neděle 5. srpna 2012

Vzpomínky na Norsko

Tak jsem se (v rámci učení se, samozřejmě - spíše ale prokrastinace) zase jednou prohrabávala ve fotkách... 

No nebylo nám krásně? 

Oslo, Norway, June 2011