Âòîðíèê, 16 Ìàðòà 2010 ã. 09:40
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×òî-òî, äîñòàâëÿþùåå óäîâîëüñòâèå, íå îáÿçàòåëüíî äîëæíî áûòü èñêëþ÷èòåëüíûì. È îáûäåííîñòü ìîæåò îêàçàòüñÿ áåñêîíå÷íî âîëíóþùåé, åñëè òû áûë åå ëèøåí.
Ñóäüáà - óäîáíîå ïðèêðûòèå äëÿ òåõ, êòî áîèòñÿ ïðèíÿòü îòâåòñòâåííîñòü çà ñîáñòâåííóþ æèçíü.
Ñîæàëåíèÿ î ñäåëàííîì äëÿ òåõ ëþäåé, êòî íå ñïîñîáåí ïðèíÿòü ñâîè ñîáñòâåííûå ïîñòóïêè.
Exceptionality isn't the only thing that makes thing enjoyable. Sometimes the mundane can be endlessly exciting when you are deprived of it.
Fate is a security blanket for those too afraid to take charge of their lives.
Regret is for people unable to accept their own actions.
Paraselenic by EmpyrealFantasy
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