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"mikä piripääpaviaani tuol liikkuu?!?!?!?"

... ♥ ...Perjantai 26.02.2010 02:27

My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been
And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing
So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart, carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily


I've found your finger prints on a glass of wine
Do you know you're leaving them all over this heart of mine too
But if I never take this leap of faith I'll never know
So I'm learning to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily


Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you
Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you


So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart, carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily,

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart, carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily


I bruise easily
I bruise easily

...Lauantai 20.02.2010 19:18

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Tiistai 26.01.2010 02:34

♥ haista kuule paska ♥

EIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!Torstai 21.01.2010 23:48

CONAN LOPETETTII MITÄ VITTUUUU SIIS MITÄ PASKAA TÄÄ ON MITÄ VITTTUUUUUU HOROT HALUUN SEN TAKAS HOROT VITUN URPOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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NOOOOO!Maanantai 18.01.2010 21:22

ei pääse nykkii...... ;(((

HIIHTOLOMAL NYKKII EHK SARAN KAA ♥ :DDSunnuntai 17.01.2010 20:57

.....Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubberband stack money with my New York click
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch
My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
You niggaz know we deserve the props we get
Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich
The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits.....

Busta Rhymes ft Swizz Beatz - New York Shit ♥

wäääääähPerjantai 15.01.2010 19:14

siis mitä vittuuu täää meinaaaaa...................... kui pihal voi olla!?!?!? mitä vittuuuuu.............. huorat auttaaaa.............








......... flippailaa.............

...halp...Keskiviikko 06.01.2010 01:35

...........i thought i had found some sense in my mind..........


..........oh how wrong could i be..........


MINDFUCK

AHHHHHH FINALY! ♥Tiistai 15.12.2009 17:54

♥...................................LOMA..................................♥

<3 L♥ve <3Torstai 10.12.2009 02:07

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water..

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do ha lf of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.

'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'

The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'

'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'

?For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.?

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!!