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About Me Member Model curvecinFemale/Poland Recent Activity Deviant for 3 Years
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guess who's back.

Wed Feb 28, 2007, 6:38 AM
wróciłam. i robę ani reklamę:D
mam krztuśca.


the wihite stripes - little ghost.



Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wondering if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
No, it's not yet time to meet the lord above

  • Listening to: white stripes - little ghost.
  • Reading: bret easton ellis - american psycho.
  • Watching: tree behind my window. fascinating.
  • Drinking: tea with honey.

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  • Current Residence: far away.
  • Interests: myself mostly. them. literature. fashion
  • Favourite movie: fight club, trainspotting, velvet goldmine, all tim burtons, all woody allens, night on earth
  • Favourite band or musician: the kooks, the streets, kaiser chiefs, scissors sisters, billy talent, and more.
  • Favourite genre of music: emo, indie, brit pop, pop, screamo, glam, electro, etc.
  • Favourite artist: witkac, olaf, warhol, levine, allen.
  • Favourite poet or writer: bret easton ellis, wilde, witkac, murakami, etc.
  • Favourite photographer: olaf, levine, knotan.
  • MP3 player of choice: ipod
  • Favourite game: sexual politics.
  • Favourite cartoon character: vincent, victor, jack. beatlejuice.
  • Personal Quote: whatever

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:iconatrapame:
who are you?


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xxRANxxxxx!
:iconankeaprinssi:
witam ^.^

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You made the earth seemed to me like the hell and paradise --
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:iconproduktswiadomosci:
lalechet be deviant art szelI!!!!!

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Always look on the bright side of life...

I mean - what have you got to lose?

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What have you lost? Nothing!
:iconproduktswiadomosci:
my love :*

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Always look on the bright side of life...

I mean - what have you got to lose?

You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!
:iconazgoth:
Thank you :)

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:iconcurvecin:
no problem:D

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:iconpartisanx:
Thanx a lot for the :+fav:s, it is appreciated :hug:

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:iconcurvecin:
welcome:heart:

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:iconcowboyfan:
Thank you for the add and the favs!!

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:heart:

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