Sherry Darling

Gloria, 21 years old, italian.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
I felt like destroying something beautiful.

…..(²)

Ansia,

Anxiety,

Anxiété,

Angst,

Trastorno de ansiedad

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Ipocondria,

Hypochondriasis,

Hipocondría,

Hypocondrie,

Hypokondri

Spento.

annacrayoneleparole:

Detesto avere una cotta che, so per certo, resterà cotta. Magari muterà un attimino in scopata. Nel peggiore dei casi diventerà scopata, poi noia. Nei casi estremissimi, diventerà un cellulare (il mio) spento.

Oh Angie, Oh Angie, when will those dark clouds disappear Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You can’t say we’re satisfied But Angie, Angie, you can’t say we never tried. Angie, you’re beautiful, but ain’t it time we said goodbye Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke Let me whisper in your ear Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here Oh, Angie, don’t you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet I hate that sadness in your eyes But Angie, Angie, ain’t it time we said good-bye With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You can’t say we’re satisfied But Angie, I still love you, Baby, ev’rywhere I look I see your eyes There ain’t a woman that comes close to you come on baby, dry your eyes But Angie, Angie, ain’t it good to be alive Angie, Angie, they can’t say we never trie  

Oh Angie, Oh Angie,
when will those dark clouds disappear
Angie, Angie,
where will it lead us from here
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can’t say we never tried.
Angie, you’re beautiful, but ain’t it time we said goodbye
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here
Oh, Angie, don’t you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain’t it time we said good-bye
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, I still love you,
Baby, ev’rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain’t a woman that comes close to you come on baby,
dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain’t it good to be alive
Angie, Angie, they can’t say we never trie

 

I’m waitin’, waitin’ on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin’ on a sunny day

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Bruce Springsteen-Waitin’ On A Sunny Day