dan·de·li·on
lion's tooth
flowering plant in the Northern Hemisphere
with a globe of fine filaments
children (and the wind) love to blow away...
Click on the butterflies around the dandelions to get around.
Fire your imagination, Dream in colour
a boring old hag who loves to scream her head off, mutter in gibberish, and talk to random people on the streets.
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Beautiful music. Gorgeous food. the Sun.Sea.Sand. Butterflies. Dance. Movies.
Spontaneity. Laughter. Love. Courage.
The Weird, Beautiful, and Unique.
the entire collection at HMV
my spanish chef (: im gonna marry him!
zonk time!
more of Desigual and Koi Nobori!
the yakpak hobo bag!
A Lifetime of Musicmaking with Inspiring People
and to share this with the world
Thursday, February 24, 2005
What is our life but a series of preludes to that unknown song of which the first solemn note is sounded by Death? im tired. very tired. and my dearest friend. i cant tenk of how to make your days better. i want to so much. i m sorry. hold on. a quote to share. Love is the first enchanted dawn of all existence; but who is lucky enough not to have his first delights of happiness interrupted by some storm, the mortal blast of which dissipates Love’s illusions, the fatal lightning of which consumes its altar; and where is the cruelly wounded soul which, on issuing from one of these storms, does not seek to rest his remembrance in the calm serenity of the life of the fields?
chilipadi on 4:58 AM
