the_blue_room (my movie quotes)

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I think I've finally realised what it means to grow up. I always wondered, you know? But it's easy. It's when you have to decide, one way or another, and nobody can help you.

[ skins - jal ]

3 comments:

Franberrys said...: well we all know that's true.; September 22, 2009 at 9:53 PM
belen said...: genial el blog, vi una foto de Labyrinth, es hermosa esa pelicula, y es hermoso David Bowie.
un beso; September 24, 2009 at 12:09 AM
Kimberly Joyce said...: veig que a tu també t'agrada skins! jo vaig acabar la primera temporada, vaig estar enganxada un temps però aquest estiu m'he desconectat haviam si torno a veurel's. petonet; September 25, 2009 at 8:39 PM

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