Ne volim sto sve primetim pa ne mogu da zivim u zabludama kao sav normalan svet..ne volim.
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2005, Sderot Rothschild, Tel-Aviv by te amo
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Taken on Fujifilm Provia, Nikon FM2n, Nikon Nikkor 43-86 mm f/ 3.5, processed on "Darktable 4.6"
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Полог ночи нас накроет.
Дверь скрипит, а вьюга воет.
В царство тьмы ты приглашён.
Попасть туда, путь предречен.
Там холод, мрак и всюду тени.
Ведут тебя они сквозь терни.
Там нет живых и все конечно,
Твой путь окончен, душа не вечна.
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𝕾𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖞 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘
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❛ here, i noticed you lost this earlier. ❜ (for artair)
First Meeting Starters
"Oh-- shit--- oh shit." Artair's hand moved in instinct to his hip, where they brushed through nothing but air, as he saw the bag in her offered hand. He felt his heart take a dip, a quick one, at the realization of just what that meant.
Artair reached out for it, accepting it and heaving a sigh of relief crushing it against his chest. The familiar hum was gentle, and the sense of relief doubled in his chest, almost nauseatingly strong. "I--- didn't even notice I didn't have it with me. Thank you so much."
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