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2012 | 10 hours ago Es ist nicht fair, dass ich nach all dieser Zeit immer noch wissen möchte, was in deinem Leben passiert.
Susann. 21. Germany.
Ask me anything.
Music I listen to.
Forget all those places that you've never really been
and all those situations you somehow found yourself in.
Let your body sink into me
like your favorite memory,
like a line of poetry
or a fucking fit of honesty.
Ask me anything.
Music I listen to.
Forget all those places that you've never really been
and all those situations you somehow found yourself in.
Let your body sink into me
like your favorite memory,
like a line of poetry
or a fucking fit of honesty.
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2012 | 10 hours ago 1 | Uploaded on May, 30,
2012 | 3 days ago Making pasta in the middle of the night is always a good idea.
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2012 | 3 days ago You once compared me to Sheldon’s spot on the living room couch. He described it as a “single point of consistency in an ever changing world”. You said that’s exactly what I am to you. I miss you and your crazy mind.
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2012 | 4 days ago - “You’re making me miss my hair. I let it grow out but seeing your undercut just now makes me miss my hair so much.”
- Talking to Bill about global warming, history, and languages
- finally being able to ride a bike as much as I want
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2012 | 5 days ago “Susann, don’t be alarmed but you have a new roommate.”
Should I be telling her about my weird sleeping schedule now orrrrr..?
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2012 | 6 days ago Forced five other people to watch Food Network Star with me. I am not making a good first impression here.
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2012 | 1 week ago Ich hab’ getanzt, ich hab’ geweint, ich hab’ geschrien vor Glück; hol’ der Teufel meine Seele, ich will zu dir zurück.
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