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Blog jedne cure koja se zove Doris i koja tu piše što god joj srce želi. I voli pisati u trećem licu.
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Mugglenet-najbolja Harry Potter stranica
Peta
Maja
Iva&Tanja
Purgica
barbie girl
renđer
lara
jeca
sestra
barbara
drugi blog koji imam s frendicama
sport girl one
oth blog
natalia
glup i gluplji
palčica
fix me
ivana
queen of magic
peopla always lie
you don't know me
green day fanovi
simple girl
sve o potteru
tree hill girl
rock girl
sometimes they come back
P.Sawyer
angel
aury
lory
mala plava
hajba
Lucas and Peyton
Ako pola linkova vise ne postoji-ili nemojte kukat, il mi recite koji su kako bih ih mogla maknuti.
Ja sam Doris.
Volim
pisati na forumima
debatirati
engleski
laptop
internet
citati
gledati filmove
slusati glazbu
slati Fra mailove
gledati One Tree Hill
pricati ljudima o razlici izmedu socijalne i liberalne drzave
Reu
samu sebe
odbojku-vec sam zaboravila kako je odbojka genijalan sport.
zvuk koji proizvode tipke na mom laptopu kada o njih udaram prstima. ili noktima. kako kad.
kasno u noc biti budna
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moderirati 1treehill.net/forums
citati Makove postove
ici na debatantske kave
ici na bilo kakve kave
voziti se autobusom kada idem na dugacak put
pricati o glazbi sa svojim Tatom
sjediti na prednjem sjedalu auta i glasno pjevati Read my mind, ili bilo sto drugo, for that matter
koristiti se engleskim usred hrvatskih recenica
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naci savrsenu knjigu
juriti doma i citati ju
citirati druge...narocito pisce
naci neki novi izvrstan album
slusati Jagged Little Pill
torbe
imati poluurednu sobu
izgovarati polusmijesne polurecenice
staviti Winamp on top of other windows
gledati Uvod u anatomiju
ponekad biti sama
ponekad napisati post na ovome dugovjecnom blogu
Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley
i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
The Lord of The Flies, William Golding
His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone