London calls me a stranger

jueves, 2 de mayo de 2013 20:27 | permalink | comment
"One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. 
And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. 
And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life." 

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Bianca, 17.
My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.

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