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Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float

There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
For forever, I'll be here

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself

A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet moths will keep us warm

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born


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Welcome Chickadees!




... Stille Wasser sind tief ...


Mary ist ...
... melancholisch
... seltsam
... manchmal zickig
... verrückt nach Büchern
... ein Freak
... intelligent (zumindest nicht strohdoof)
... aufmerksam
... wissbegierig
... nervig
... ein bisschen arrogant
... und manchmal nett
... ruhig

Der frühe Vogel fängt den Wurm kann mich mal!

Wenn jemand zu dir sagt: "Die Zeit heilt alle Wunden." ...
Dann hau ihm in die Fresse und sag: "Warte, is gleich wieder gut!"

Payback's a bitch!

"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave,
and grow old wanting to get back to."
John Ed Pearce

Mary und Betty - Drama-Queens forever!

Peeta, Gale & Finnick - it's possible to love them all!

The real last sentence in Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows: Nothing was well.

A good writer never ends a story completely happy. Evil is never completely defeated ...



you know you love me,
xoxo,
Mary