Since this Galaxy began, vast civilizations have risen and
fallen, risen and fallen, risen and fallen so often that it`s
quite tempting to think that life in the Galaxy must be
(a) something akin to seasick - space-sick, time sick, history sick or some such thing, and
parar pra respirar…. concordo. parar pra sorrir sao outros 500….
i love this game(sorry nba)
When it stops making sense to me
When we’re covered in scars….
Hey World, you’ll break me
Bring it on, give me your best shot
Hey World, you’ll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest….