Интересы:action on the bridge, comprehension process, indignity
Любимая музыка:wind, rain, clinking of glasses, sand, the night, the flying up of the bridge on quay
Любимые фильмы:underground films built on the tears, humiliations, weirdo and creeps
Любимые телешоу:gray people in buses. one day someone from them will escape, will state, will be broken off and will begin to cry
Любимые книги:on the the quay by authors you have never known about, when u was asking me about white ship
Любимые игры:favourite games of consciousness are defined by sensation of uselessness of a social environment, after adaptation to anti society and smoking
Любимые цитаты:but my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to. and my eyes, they don’t see you no more. and my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to, and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.c.
Любимая музыка:wind, rain, clinking of glasses, sand, the night, the flying up of the bridge on quay
Любимые фильмы:underground films built on the tears, humiliations, weirdo and creeps
Любимые телешоу:gray people in buses. one day someone from them will escape, will state, will be broken off and will begin to cry
Любимые книги:on the the quay by authors you have never known about, when u was asking me about white ship
Любимые игры:favourite games of consciousness are defined by sensation of uselessness of a social environment, after adaptation to anti society and smoking
Любимые цитаты:but my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to. and my eyes, they don’t see you no more. and my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to, and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.c.