Сейчас я все какашки съем мммм какашечки мммм пуки каки пуки каки
Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
dear future me,
Ther are times where I want to kill me, just like my mothers want me to die, but I try to hold it off to the very end, thinking maybe things will get better, let me give it some...
سلام ستاره.
جایی که تو ایستاده ای دقیقا یکسال آینده است. و من میدانم که در این یکسال زندگی همچون سیبی پرتاب...
I hope this message has found it’s way to you.
I hope you have managed to figure it all out, the ins and outs of life. I hope you have found the place you pictured yourself you would be. And...