Сейчас сегодня вспоминал Михаила Зеленского которые как бы умер на Доминикане, маленьким его видал но он всегда был без отца, как это фото. Боюсь я никогда его не забуду, ну вот эту музыку первопричину нечасто слушаю.
"two little kittens and a pair of mittens And a little toy house and a young mouse. And a comb and a brush And a bowl full of mush And a quiet old lady who was whispering, "Hush." Good night, room. Good night, moon. Good night, cow jumping over the moon. Good night, light and the red balloon. Good night, bears. Good night, chairs. Good night, kittens. Good night, mittens. Good night, clocks. Good night, socks. Good night, little house. Good night, mouse. Good night, comb. Good night, brush. Good night, nobody. Good night, mush. Good night to the old lady whispering, "Hush." Good night, stars. Good night, air. Good night, noises everywhere." "𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗧"
lucy your love... i remember to this heard this music and to see you sleep in my room..to projet our life... i see you sleep... i love you.. you never know to i much love.. te miraba mientras dormias y yo escuchando esto.. haha dormias con la boca habierta.. se me empañan los ojos de recordarte asi.. admito haber sido cruel con el fantasear de nuestras vidas.. nadie me va a amar como vos lo isiste... gracias por todo lucy
I unironically think that in a different timeline, instead of a criminal, Mac would've been a great psychologist. Helping patients in his own way, often better than the "treatments" they had at the asylum
