May 2012
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petrovitch:
Apparently Icelandic is hard because it has four cases..
Pshhh.
Russian has six.
Polish has seven. Actually, I admire anyone who decides to learn Polish, it’s quite hard and quite… precise.
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mothbaby:
if i have a crush on you i’m so sorry
naginny-weasley:
i don’t think i’ll get the job
there was 4 other girls there and all of them either had experience or were much more like, well, normal people
it’s so not my way of talking and doing things
oh well
And now I have absolutely no reason to go back to the zoo ;<
allidoisremember skomentował(a) Twój post: allidoisremember skomentował(a) Twój post: Next…
Chyba ich jeszcze ni słuchałam. Trza obczaić. A nowej płyty First Aid Kit słuchałaś? Bo skoro spodobała się mojemu bratu, który dotychczas ich nie cierpiał… Ał! Uważaj z tymi widłami!
Przesłuchałam chyba połowę pierwszej i postanowiłam już nigdy do nich nie wracać :P Po prostu nie rozumiem ogólnego...
allidoisremember skomentował(a) Twój post: Next time somebody asks me why I don’t like The…
Och, kusisz. ;)
Hihi :D Dodać do tego jeszcze Grizzly Bear i apogeum frustracji/złości gwarantowane
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French supporters have to be one of the nastiest there are. The booing and whistling half the time happens for no good reason.
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Next time somebody asks me why I don’t like The Vaccines, Bon Iver, First Aid Kid or Mumford and Sons, I will put forks in them.
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“I was getting ready to be a threat
I was getting set for my accidental suicide...”
– Sovay, Andrew Bird (via fyeslyrics)
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dystopian future....
criticalconsciousness:
What if one day Facebook’s structure becomes so
internalized
that when we have sexual encounters, we just
secretly imagine it as a facebook status
that we’re continually ‘liking’
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I’m in such a bizarre mood that I can’t even finish a single glass of my favourite wine. Fortunately, I have All Quiet on the Western Front to put my life/view of myself in a proper perspective.
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PLAYBOY: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
DYLAN: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.
