Music, literature, drama movies, personality disorders, Salvador Dali
Favorite Music
Placebo - The Movie On Your Eyelids
Favorite Movies
Requiem For A Dream The 25th Hour Stay The Virgin Suicides My Blueberry Nights Habana Blues Girl Interrupted Fight Club Moulin Rouge Igby Goes Down Sex And The City Step Up Gone In 60 Seconds Trainspotting You Got Served Domino Snatch Match Point Cold Mountain Titanic What Happens In Vegas The Illusionist Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind El maquinista The Others Hable con ella Great Expectations The Omen Silent Hill Mr. and Mrs. Smith Gattaca Margo Gothika John Tucker Must Die Elizabethtown Lolita Paris, je t'aime Memoirs Of A Geisha Bewitched Pianista Mar adentro The Pillow Book Casanova De battre mon coeur s'est arrete Gia Carmen - A Hip Hopera
heeey >:d
< stii cum trebuia sa fie: libertate, frate, poate facultate, dar e ceva gen: facultate, frate, poate... facultate :)) dar imi place ideea de "viata de student" :"> puteam sa fim colege daca nu eram "dreapta" acum, intrasem si eu la filo franceza-engleza la buget :p
am auzit ceva zvonuri ca ar fi pe 26 noiembrie...nu sht exact unde,dar cica cu aia de la politehnica...inginerie electrica :)) cum la noi e lipsa grava de baieti...si la ei de fete.... ;)) :)) :D
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
An i was hopin That you had an atlas in your head So fed up of The same old man There's broken bedrooms and there are broken hands You were so fed up of the same old broken man 8->
Just make believe Not meant to be I knew you'd leave Wish I hadn't lived my life As though existence Was through resistance to you I'll turn my back on you I'll cut the cord Close the book Shut the door We're just two words On the final page The end.
Coins
stii cum trebuia sa fie: libertate, frate, poate facultate, dar e ceva gen: facultate, frate, poate... facultate :))
dar imi place ideea de "viata de student" :">
puteam sa fim colege daca nu eram "dreapta" acum, intrasem si eu la filo franceza-engleza la buget :p
tu, toate [ne]bune? :*