Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
Midvinternattens köld är hård- men glögg tinar alla frusna tår! Ha en fridfull jul.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
tanker om bøker
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bokrecensioner
lektör | korrekturläsare | redaktör
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bøker,tegneserier,spill,film...sånt!
Författarblogg och bokblogg av Martin Falkman - författare till Tunneln i slutet av ljuset och Mördarens väg.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
dikten-ordet-tanken-bilden
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Ironi blandas med egensinnig humor. Ibland kan inläggen ta ett och annat allvarligt galoppsteg.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Alla behöver vi en sommar på oss för att lära oss flyga, känna att vingarna bär.
Läsglädje, bokpassion och annat hjärtevärmande
Book Reviews: Scifi, Fantasy, and the stuff in between
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Reflektioner och funderingar kring olika böcker
Böcker bakning matlagning
Läsning pågår
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Blandad galenskap
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
tanker om bøker
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bokrecensioner
lektör | korrekturläsare | redaktör
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bøker,tegneserier,spill,film...sånt!
Författarblogg och bokblogg av Martin Falkman - författare till Tunneln i slutet av ljuset och Mördarens väg.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
BOKHYLLAN I PEPPARKAKSHUSET 