06 Mart 2010, Cumartesi
saat: 01:51
Grandiose Promise of the Day
When I am fabulously wealthy and successful, I will take us to the Library of Celcus in Ephesus, and we will climb upon the facade and wait until nightfall, whereupon we will share several stout ales and litter the grounds with Marlboro lights.
In the early morn, as we at last begrudgingly allow the sun to set itself up amidst a perfect, rosy-fingered dawn, all trace of our evening spent getting pleasantly rattled and high-fiving each other will have been erased, except for one little bit of Graffito:
"Uma Thurman wasn't here, but we got close."
i feel like anything and every thing is slowly slipping away.
too late for every chance.
