WEEKDAY

Soil, Soil

Oh and I'm feeling
Directionless yes
But that's to be expected
And I know that best
And in creeps the morning
And another day's lost
You've just written wondering
And I reply fast
All you need to save me
All you need to save me
Call
And I'll be curled on the floor
Hiding out from it all
And I won't take any other call
I feel like a fool
So I'm going to stop troubling you
Buried in my yard
A letter to send to you
And if I forget
Or god forbid die too soon
Hope that you'll hear me
Know that I wrote to you
All you need to say to me
All you need to say to me

Neka smo zivi i zdravi

My dad

The Hugo Boss model:

Maspalomas, Gran Canaria

the goon tour

'Do you believe in fidelity?'

So ill so sad

'Do you mean so ill therefore so sad?'

'No I mean so sad therefore so ill'

Fever + ear infection = Not a happy bunny