mrb .. ecee bende çok seviyorum axel axel ..

:)

If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same. Yet I feel my heart is aching; thou it doesn't beat, it's breaking; and the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real. I know that I am dead; yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.

evet sözleri de kendisi gibi naif...

:) sevgiler...

Ece resimlerine hastayım :)

Sleep...Those little slices of death. Oh how I loathe them...