terça-feira, 9 de abril de 2013


Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness. And you are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human. I don’t have any time to stay up all night worrying about what someone, who doesn’t respect me, has to say about me.

The time is the speed at which the past disappears.


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