***I DON’T HAVE FIFA’S PRIOR WRITTEN CONSENT TO USE, TALK, THINK OR EVEN YELL AT RANDOS FROM MY BALCONY ABOUT ANY NAMES, COUNTRIES OR EVENTS MENTIONED IN MY FIFA WORLD
***I DON’T HAVE FIFA’S PRIOR WRITTEN CONSENT TO USE, TALK, THINK OR EVEN YELL AT RANDOS FROM MY BALCONY ABOUT ANY NAMES, COUNTRIES OR EVENTS MENTIONED IN MY FIFA WORLD
Time is that by virtue of which everything becomes nothingness in our hands and loses all real value. Just because my dog Chunky gets excited when I come home doesn’t
What’s the point of tattoos? I don’t know and it might be different for every person, but today I’m getting this done on one arm: And this on the other:
Humans understand a bunch of shit. We can split the atom, build the Large Hadron Collider and launch and then land a rocket back on Earth. But there’s one thing we have no
(The following is from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden, and the part is almost in its entirety because a) it kicks ass and b) could be my favourite passage in the book):
Of Fame. Take a look at the minds of her suitors, their ambitions and their aversions. Furthermore, reflect how speedily in this life the things of today are buried under