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So… last tuesday was the best day of my life! *_*

I’ve met the boys before but never all together and it was the best thing on earth!

We had a very little chat ‘cause they were really busy but… oh god every single second was precious!

They saw my tattoo and they really liked it, Chris said “wich song is it, i can’t remember” (because he remember me and my tattoo from a letter i left at The Backery in july) 
And i said: “You can’t tell it?” 
Chris laughed and then i said: “It’s Clocks, the - NOTHING ELSE COMPARES -  bit”

Chris smiled once again (and then all of them!)  and then he started to sing that part of the song!
I nearly fainted…

Then i said that i knew they were starting to work on LP7 and that i was there to wish them good luck etc.

They said thank you, that’s very kind of you!

We took a quick pic because, hey! it was such a unique occasion!

We said goodbye and i left that magical place nearly flying because i was soooo damn happy i just couldn’t normally walk away!

That’s it, that’s the story of how i died happy in London!

(sorry for my english, it’s not so good since my mind it’s still there, seated on that bench in front of The Backery!)

I don’t mind of you post my pic, just ask me first.
Don’t repost, don’t delete my name or me ad please don’t use it as profile/wallpaper image on facebook ar anywhere else.

Thank you!

P.S: As you can see there are those strange stains in the pic, that was because my camera lenses were sirty and i didn’t noticed. There’s someone here who’s photoshop expert and who can help me fix this pic? pretty please it’s really important!

OMG UR SO LUCKY THATS AWESOME.

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thisbloghasbeencompromised:

at what point do american children realise it’s weird for them to pledge allegiance to their flag and country every day at school and that not all countries do that and how long after that discovery do they realise how creepy it is

why is this something no one talks about because it concerns me on a very deep level