One day we will fix the beaten up old car. And we'll drive it all the way down the low tide road to the light house. But what will we find there?? Will Ophelia sink, with those scratched letters the last thing that the fishing rods will witness before she goes down?? That was our perfect life already... That was something that we looked out and stitched together in all of our minds... Something heroically lost Waiting to be heroically found
posted by Nanashi Travelling at 6:54 AM
On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux...
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eep! Heros and shadow puppets! eh gads
I learned a new scotish word... Harr!!! (It means fog)
I wondered what it was, I like it. It sounds like something a pirate would say
´HARR this be thick fog'
but I guess thats like saying atm machine
I'm going home tomorrow!
weeeeee!
Hey,
Can you do me a huge favour, cause you know, I want you to.
Email me all the pictures I took of bartenders in Edinburgh. Really really need them again.
yay
Remember when you used to do this?
That was good.
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