sasugay nije gay (dokazano imat ce dite) al je jos uvik djubre tesko
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.
a meni je najbolje sta mu se kcer zove salata hahah
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.
pa da kao zove se sarada al to je kao jap izgovor portugalske rijeci za salatu xD ai prva info je bila da je bas salata hahaha
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.