I started a sports blog with some pals. Read it, if you enjoy that kind of thing (sports, that is, not reading).
- france: ten
- france: twenty
- france: thirty
- france: forty
- france: fifty
- france: sixty
- france:
- france:
- france: sixty ten
- world: france what are you do—
- france: four twenties
- world: france stop it
- france: four twenties ten
- world: france that doesn't even make any sense
- france:
- france:
- france:
- world:
- france:
- world:
- france: hundred.
(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via canwepretendthatno)
Even though it’s still technically your time, it doesn’t feel like it.
(via benigoat)
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed:
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!The Destruction of Sennarcherib - Lord Byron
I always wondered what this said; it makes it even better that it’s Byron.
Lynn’s face.
(Source: ham-solo)
