Pensées de la Ciel: Little Person.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Little Person.

".. and somewhere, maybe someday,
maybe somewhere far away.
i will find a second little person
who will look at me and say,

'i know you,
you're the one i've waited for.
let's have some fun...'"

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- Paper Towns

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- South of Border, West of the Sun

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Little Person.

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