You don’t always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany
… And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
a young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks.Not in what they say.Just in what they are.
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this.