fire in the disco.
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no one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
dont think today could get any worse
it seems sad, but i really love being by myself
finally found a piece i love as much as khachaturian’s in e flat minor, makes me breatheless just listening to it.. Glinka/Balakirev’s The Lark <3
