wanna hear a wild story? my brother’s history professor is closing in on 80 and basically lives at the university. one night my brother visited him for a meeting, and it came up that my brother was gonna be performing as a court jester at the castle the following day. and his professor busts out: “ah, that reminds me of my youth!”
he then proceeded to tell the tale of when he and his friends went backpacking to greece back in their early 20s. then one day they found themselves completely penniless. so they decided that the only reasonable thing to do was to set up acrobatic shows in skimpy outfits on the beach at day, and then drink up the money at night.
after a week or so they gained some traction, and a gang of young greek men walked up to them like “hey y’all are cool as hell, can we join y’all for drinks tonight?” and my brother’s professor was like “of course! y’all have to wear these revealing outfits and do somersaults with us tho” and the greek gang said “sounds dope. y’all are invited to live with us for however long y’all want.”
anyhow, they proceeded to live like this for the better part of 3 months, doing shows, drinking, and sleeping at the greek gang’s apartment. but after a while they decided enough was enough, and said thank you for everything, but we’re going back to sweden now. and the greeks said “sure! love y’all have a safe trip xx”
half a year later my brother’s professor gets contacted by the greek police. they ask him about the months they spent in greece, and then informs him that their greek friends have been convicted of serial homicide and robbery. that the group of young greek men had joined up with several tourist groups for several years “for drinks”, and then killed and robbed them all, terrorising the beach city for several years. with one exception, of course, because “this one group of swedish acrobats in slutty strongman suits were just ‘so damn nice’”.
and that’s the story of how one swedish history university professor survived sharing a flat with a group of serial killers for several months by performing acrobatics in slutty outfits on the beach. moral of the story? be kind of heart, thicc of ass.
You know, camping is lovely - even though I don’t live in a state that’s so great for it
No drawings today or any other time soon.
Look at this. If those photos don't affect you, you can shove your pathetic posts about saving our eco system deep into your ass.
There is nothing can be done without help and talking about it. And yes, it's this time when it's really YOUR duty to share this information with everyone. You can hate us. Many of our problems got silenced just because world doesn't care. But trust me, when all of our forests will die in a fire, you will be the next one to go.
Today I used this blog to speak, and if you don't like it - fuck you. But the next time you will post shit about global warming, social/economic problems, etc. - remember the time you ignored a problem this big and go fuck yourself.
So true.
Sooo..I heard you wanted…..ship starter packs ;0
Anyways! I’m glad y'all wanted to see these. Pls don’t cause drama smol fetus children. I’m not up for dealing with that
Te odio, y gracias.
Te odio, realmente te odio.
¿Por qué?
Porque me hiciste amarte.
Por eso te odio.
Prometiste que estarías siempre junto a mí.
Que no me harías lo mismo que todos los demás.
¿Cuán poco valen las promesas para tí?
¿Cuán poco vale mi corazón para tí?
Me ilusionaste, como solo un primer amor puede hacerlo.
Jugaste conmigo como todos los demás ya lo hicieron.
Ingenuamente creí en tus palabras.
Ingenuamente no dudé tus "Te quiero".
Te ofrecí el más puro de los afectos.
Que estúpida fuí al creer que era un sentimiento recíproco.
Que estúpida e ingenua.
Pasada yo, realmente me das pena.
Te aprovechaste de un vulnerable corazón.
Que solo quería, en medio de tanto sufrimiento y dolor.
Un poco, aunque sea una sola pizca.
De lo que es el amor.
Aunque... La verdad es que no puedo culparte.
Es decir, sólo mírame.
Dime con sinceridad, con tantos defectos...
¿En serio alguien podría amarme?
No, claro que no.
Mi propósito en ésta vida ya está más que claro.
Ser un simple juguete más.
Y aprender a ocultar mi dolor bajo un maldito disfraz.
He de decirte solo una cosa más.
Gracias.
Gracias por haber hecho que, aunque fuera falsa...
Lograra sentir, por un momento, eso que todos llaman "felicidad".
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A tale in 4 parts