tribie

Kız hem zengin hem güzel hem ailesiyle arası iyi hem de trip atıyor amk.Sahip olmadığın özellik kalmadı vicdansız.Bari bırak da tribi fakirler atsın amk.

Zenginler trip atmasın amk

Ben zengin olsam paralarımı zevk için yakar yine trip atmam aq

Hem erkek adam trip mi atar ulan

hepiniz ilginin köpeği olmuşsunuz amına koyim, dert ettiklerinizi sikeyim sizin ben. hep maddesel şeyler ya da “o kız bana neden bakmadı”. bakmasın amına koyim o kızın da sizin de! şurada yangın merdiveninde bir sigara içimlik keyfimi bozduğunuz şeyi sikeyim. ben bu hayatımda tek kadını harbiden sevdim annem hariç onun için de 23 senede ilk defa borç isteyip 5 lira aldım arkadaşımdan. bu benim için devrimdi. sonra ayrıldık ama ben 3 sene adımı “5liraborcversene” diye tuttum. o hatun da gitti başkası ile evlendi, neyin aşkından bahsediyonuz? hem aşk aşk dediğiniz güzel/yakışıklı birinin instagramdan fotolarını layklamak, vay geceleri aptal aptal geç yazdın tribi falan bu mu lan aşk? salak saçma triplere girmek, vay en mükemmel çift olma çabaları falan mı? 48484838484 tane fotoğraf çekmekten 2 çift laf etmeye fırsat bulamamak mı? sizin ben aşkınızı sikeyim bu dünyada açlık var, yoksulluk var, aş kavgası var ne ilgi meraklısı insanlarsınız amına koyim ya.

2011 - 2016

Descansa en paz, mi pequeño Tribi.


Hoy, mi pequeño hijo, dejó este mundo para siempre.

Hace un par de semanas mi gato, Tribilin, tuvo un accidente saltando desde el quinto piso del departamento donde vivo. Se golpeó el abdomen y se lastimó una pata trasera dejándolo incapcitado de caminar y muy tocado de salud.

Todo este tiempo, tanto mi novio, un amigo y yo cuidamos apropiadamente de él. Gracias al tratamiento Tribi mostró mejorar día con día. A la semana de su accidente logró sentarse y hasta caminar unos cuantos pasos. Estábamos muy contentos con su progreso pero… ayer en la noche, su estado de salud se fue en picada. Hicimos todo lo posible para ayudarlo pero en la madrugada del día de hoy Tribi dejó de respirar.

Muy pocas veces me he dibujado a mí misma. Y de esas pocas veces un par de aquellas habré mostrado a mi pequeño amigo haciéndome compañía. Pero ninguna de ellas mostrará los innumerables momentos que hemos pasado juntos.

Suelo expresarme mejor dibujando que con las palabras por lo que me hubiese gustado dedicarle algo más elaborado, pero no pude evitar quebrarme varias veces haciendo esto.

Tribi no era una mascota. Tribi era parte de mi familia.

Era mi compañero. Mi amigo. Mi hijo. Mi todo…

Lo extraño. Lo extraño demasiado. Se siente completamente horrible que ya no esté a mi lado pero sé que ahora está descansando y se encuentra en un lugar mejor. Siempre formará parte de mi vida y siempre se mantendrá vivo en mis recuerdos…

No tengo nada más que decir.

Me disculpo por mi asuencia, otra vez. Estas últimas semanas no me han estado yendo muy bien como verán. Igualmente, gracias por entender.

Sen hangi şehir dedi

İstanbul dedim

Bloğunu kapattı aq

Bundan sonra sadece aynı şehirdekilerle konuşucam bu neyin tribi adlsldppspspspdpsp

indainbuay  asked:

Hey,so we have fics in which Derek has long hair or even man-bun but do we have fics in which Stiles has long hair? If yes, please do tell? Thank you. ^_^

here’s what i put together

You’ll See Me Again by matildajones (1/1 | 10,123 | PG13)

Stiles is standing there in his uniform, hair long and hands behind his back. There’s a blush on his cheeks and he can barely look Derek in the eye.

“Hey,” he whispers. He’s wearing the medal Derek had presented to him.

Derek stares. He doesn’t think he’s breathing anymore.

Stiles is the soldier who saved Derek and brought him back home. He doesn’t seem to care that Derek’s a prince or that he’s a little bit broken. Derek falls, quick and sure, but it’s not easy knowing that Stiles will soon have to return to the war.

Just My Type by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl) (1/1 | 3,486 | PG13)

The thing is, he’s fully come to terms with his giant, no good, all-encompassing crush on Derek Hale. He’s cool with it, honestly. It’s part of his life now, and generally Derek’s presence is just kind of expected, and he totally deals with it. Because Derek… with Cora still in Brazil or something and Lydia away at college, there’s no one around to constantly hound him about his appearance, and he ends up looking like a fucking mountain man. He lets his hair grow and his beard gets all long and uneven and his eyebrows can probably support a family of barn swallows. And oh boy does it make things easier for Stiles. It’s not like Derek looks bad all scruffy and unkempt. Stiles is pretty sure he could grow a mullet or do dreads and he would still be smokin’ hot. BUT Stiles always prepares himself before seeing Derek. Gets all calm and cool and collected so he isn’t leaking arousal and shit all over the place.
But he was not expecting this BULL SHIT.

When ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’ Doesn’t Even Begin To Explain It by Stilesaur (1/1 | 3,123 | PG13)

“Stiles, I swear to God.”

Stiles began to laugh again, his head falling back into the leather head-rest. His feet moved back and forth in a rhythmic fashion on Derek’s dashboard and to much surprise, Derek didn’t tell him to drop them.

“That was perfect timing! Who knew the radio was so intuitive to werewolf emotions?”

Derek shook his head, already regretting letting Stiles touch the radio in his car only for it to turn to a station that, strange enough, was playing the song ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’.

A Case of You by Tribi (1/1 | 1,522 | NR)

Teen Wolf Kink Meme prompt: Derek/girl!Stiles, Stiles with long hair

The Demon Barber of Maple Avenue by heyshalina, marshmallowfluff (1/1 | 14,485 | R)

When Stiles woke up on a Friday with his hair far too long for his own comfort, he decided he needed a haircut. He was not expecting the whole situation to end with Derek finally succumbing to their mutual sexual tension.

Or the ghouls. He especially wasn’t expecting to be eaten by ghouls.

Basically, Stiles doesn’t know anything super useful that’s not supernatural-related. He has excellent butt-dialing skills, though, so that’s a plus.