tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73808749813997281892011-11-28T01:15:53.525+02:00Baiete esti un prost, iar eu nu sunt o curva pe`un trotoar...little miss sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11106345530643936153noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380874981399728189.post-19086516045361055892008-05-29T11:09:00.001+03:002008-05-29T12:03:49.795+03:00

little miss sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11106345530643936153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380874981399728189.post-22711593343403913302008-04-28T22:58:00.000+03:002008-04-28T23:01:21.494+03:00

E una simpla, poate a unei tarfe veti spune.... dar... veti gresi...Dar...daca o tarfa e cea care cauta fericirea... atunci da... sunt o tarfa...iar daca ma fut... cine nu o face?

little miss sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11106345530643936153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380874981399728189.post-85592944928165504642008-04-28T22:34:00.000+03:002008-04-28T22:58:22.990+03:00

Ne stiam de cinci zile... si am plecat, ca o nebuna cu el la munte...De ce? m`a intrebat. Am zambit cu ochii privind in gol, si l`am intrebat daca vrea sa plecam acasa, cu toate ca abia ajunsesem la munte. M`a luat in brate, si m`a sarutat pe frunte.Seara am intrat in camera, si in timp ce ne uitam la un film, eu am adormit. M`am trezit insa, la scurt timp, cand el a inceput sa ma sarute, si sa`

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