e trecut de 9 seara si aerul conditionat merge

inteleg ca nu se coceau smochinele, dar de ce mi-ati alungat paparuda?

așa, zi le o

The Signs and w̸̡̛͇͙͚͎̯̪̜̖̻̣͕̘̼͍̯̦̮̳͠h̫͓͖̦̠̯̰̜̥̰̲̝̻͈̮͘͘͢ͅa͏̵͚̻͓͈͕͔͍̟͕t̵̵̡͍̺͓̜̻̺̞̻̰͙͙͢

Aries: A harbinger of death and ill tidings, a specter of ill fortune across almost every culture on earth. Very pettable.

Taurus: Something long lived. So long lived that its scales have layers like the earths crust. Long forgotten weather systems trapped beneath its hide.

Gemini: One of many, or many of one, or a single part of a larger but singular whole. The roots go deep.

Cancer: Four black wings like a storm, talons remarkably like whaling hooks and a face of flawless white porcelain. 

Leo: An artificial guardian that completed its job too well. It fears fire.

Virgo: A collector of the blind and lost. Those who could see its face would never trust it.

Libra: What used to be worshiped as a god of the hunt, now trapped in a tangle of roots and cabled under a post-soviet radio tower.

Scorpio: Something that can speak several things at once. Its voice is maddening but it desires companionship.

Ophiuchus: Something that seems to think it is a doctor of some sort.

Sagittarius: Bits of feeling and memory from a thousand thousand wearers simply expanding to fill the space.

Capricorn: Something that learned its purpose and then proceeded to hunt and kill the person responsible. 

Aquarius: A memory of something. As it moves it leaves an afterimage.

Pisces: Something that was never supposed to happen, an accidental production of a horrible process. Beauty from nothing. 

My tiny son gives kisses

Sounds like a tomodachi mii

steph

stephanie

jeff

jeffanie

tim

timothy

jim

jimothy

nick

nicholas

rick

richolas

harry 

harold

larry

larold

Zack zackary Jack jackary

Jon Jonathan Ron Ronathan

Greg

Gregory

Craig 

Craigory

ben benjamin gwen gwenjamin

Phil Phillip Jill Jillip

Frank Francis

Hank Hancis

Ed

Edward

Ned

Nedward

Dan

Daniel

Stan

Staniel

Meg

Margaret

Greg

Grargaret

Carry

Caroline

Gary

Garoline

Al

Alphonse

Val

Valphonse

Jen

Jennifer

Ken

Kennifer

Molly Margaret

Holly Hargaret

Harry

Henry

Larry

Lenry

Cate

Catherine

Nate

Natherine

Larry Lawrence Harry Hawrence

*byob starts playing* elroy peterson, 89: oh this sounds like a banger rickety samantha, 71: oh FUCK yeah bitch. i love system of a down \m/ judith bitsch, 65: WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR gulbert sagmire, 94: *just starts moshing* algebra frankenstein, 59: BR BR BR BR ❤ SERJ !!  francis cobcooch, 80: You know i can go gay for these guys. I love SOAD so much, i’d be really happy to get fucked by them in the ass. herman himman, 69: 🎸 SERJ TANKIAN 🎸 poquito perraveija, 77: Censorship is silencing creativity. Fuck anyone who waves the flag of political correctness.  clyde brokencyde, 85: i remember playing this song on guitar hero.

action movie protagonist to his daughter: Honey…Daddy’s gotta go away for awhile. Pop’s gotta go. I got some bad men after me, some really nasty guys. Some big meanies are trying to catch me, and well dad’s gotta go. I’m sorry sweetie, but dad’s gotta blast. Some really rude men are after me. You gotta go stay with mom because I’m putting not just myself in danger, but my family too. For some reason I think mom’s place is safer than my off the grid apartment/house/cabin

Asaf Hanuka and Tomer Hanuka