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...and she was as much mine as she was devil's.
He caresses my skin with hands of fire. How can fire be so cold?
Games.
“Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance,...
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Uploaded on Dec 28, 2010
Adrian, Adrian.
Today I’m kind of very hungover so I can’t seem to sleep, can’t seem to eat or think very clearly. I...
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Uploaded on Dec 28, 2010
Have a patience, love.
That's what I call winter. Past few days it has been snowing heavily. Now snow has finally stopped...
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Uploaded on Dec 11, 2010
And shiny wonders were hidden in her eyes.
Cute little thing - my niece. We're spending this evening together, playing and laughing and dancing...
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Uploaded on Nov 30, 2010
Loophole in plans. Want to fix it?
"If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking" — Richelle Mead (Blood Promise)
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Uploaded on Nov 22, 2010
