| Scandinavia ftw |
| Last stop of 'Antarctica IX' |


Din mamma, translated Us two, goodbyeDin mamma, translated by ~BluestWaves
Fuck off, you died
But there aren't tears on my cheeks
Those puppy-eyes are so made, so made
We bore a cross too big for us
And sure, you can cry if you want-
I know what cards you play, your cards
Oh, soon spring, soon the clouds you painted on my sky will clear-
And you get no tears, you get nothing!
`Cause your mother,
she should've taught you something, geek!
So tell your mother
that we're not together anymore.
Greetings from your ex!
Oh, let me stay your ex.
Mm, greetings from your ex
Mm, greetings from your ex
The ace up your sleeve was a river,
and there aren't tears on my cheeks
Thanks! Hello!
| “There remained the sea, which is free to all, and particularly alluring to those who feel themselves at war with humanity.” ― Rafael Sabatini |
| so random, it even creeps ME up. |