And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.
Kafka on the shore - Haruki Murakami.












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Remind me to forget you.
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knockin'[die]
knockin'[life]
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Kostas vi Britannia commands you to visit: [link]
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Kostas vi Britannia commands you to visit: [link]
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...με άιμα από άνομες μικρές παρθένες γάτες.
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Everytime I look, I try to find myself, I can't!
And I'm taking a bullet,
By myself! By myself!
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"One can't complain. I have my friends.
Someone spoke to me only yesterday." Eeyore
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Remind me to forget you.
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Remind me to forget you.
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Hug a Random Deviant today!
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Spread the Love!
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Remind me to forget you.
Have a gorgeous day!
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Hug a Random Deviant today!
[link]
Spread the Love!
Haven't heard from you in a week -.-
History takes up all your msn time ><
Take care, byebye (:
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