Love:
G. Butler, music, musicals, movies, chocolate, vanilla, my room, strawberry, books, R. Penry-Jones, C. Firth, XIX cent., guitar, drums, violins,

hantom of the Opera,

.S. I love you, Ireland, Japan, Scotland, my eyes, black-white photography, write novels, two days beard, horses, beagles, countryside, old towns, fountains, morning coffee, landscapes, Men in trees,

ride and Prejudice, C. Mozil, S. Dali, P. Picasso, my mum, dance(jazz and modern), draw, paint, design, Greys Antomy, P. Dempsey, mountains, J. Depp, Edward scissorhands, P. Wilson, T. Burton, J. Austen, J. Lindsey, blue, travel, chellanges, learn languages, volleyball, snooker, R. OSullivan, Moto GP, V.Rossi
Hate:
Water, spiders, A. Jolie, Polish government, racism, techno, rap, poor, changes, every worms, throng, lie, curtains, boredom, pink, fast food, surprises, tennis
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers "Something inside"
When the one thing youre looking for
Is nowhere to be found
And you back stepping all of your moves
Trying to figure it out
You wanna reach out
You wanna give in
Your heads wrapped around whats around the next bend
You wish you could find something warm
'Cause youre shivering cold
Its the first thing you see as you open your eyes
The last thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and driving you on
Its the first thing you see as you open your eyes
The last thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and driving you on
'Cause if you hadn't found me
I would have found you
I would have found you
So long youve been running in circles
'Round whats at stake
But now the times come for your feet to stand still in one place
You wanna reach out
You wanna give in
Your heads wrapped around whats around the next bend
You wish you could find something warm
'Cause youre shivering cold
Devious Comments
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In olden times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone on her face.
The Brothers Grimm
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