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.
*pjeva Škoru o3o OMG oni domoljubni osjecaji su obuzeli mirtuuu LOL wth zasto opet.
oke naci predjutro me uhvatilo bunilo...sanjala sam si tatu/ujaka opet. T-T koji je meni bog. i bio je cijeli moj razred opet i naravno bila je majka River i bili smo kod Agathe Christie. WHT. i neko je zavrsio otrovan i sve su nas andeli htjeli ubit. this fandom is going to kill me...
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.
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.