Υγ.Ψάχνω τη κοπέλα που κρατούσε αυτό το πανό στη συναυλία (είμαι η κοκκινομάλλα που σου ζήτησε να το βγάλει φωτογραφία και μιλούσαμε) γιατί μπροστά μας ήταν ένα αγόρι και δυστυχώς το έχασα, κάντε ένα ριμπλογκ μήπως έχει tumblr να με βρει, λέγαμε να του ζητήσουμε σοσιαλ. Θέλω να τον βρω!!
While sightseeing in Greece with the rest of the Beatles and their entourage, the taxi carrying Paul McCartney, Jane Asher, and Neil Aspinall catches fire.
I was going to make fun of the others for sightseeing via a Mercedes but maybe they were onto something.
While approaching the port of Symi, one has the overwhelming feeling of entering a perfectly painted image of a scenic traditional village. As a rule, people remain agape and cannot take their eyes off the spectacular sight. A galore of two and three-storey traditional stone houses, painted in all colours but mostly in indigo, ochre and terracotta, with red tiled roofs and cute little balconies with railings set up the peculiarity of the island.
I just wanna wine and dine Nolie and then snuggle after running my hands through his greasy ass hair while he snuggles into my chest. Is that too much to ask for.
The grease residue left on my hands would be too much for me not to force his head under the sink and do a full on rinse and repeat.
(I genuinely think this dude goes a solid week without washing…)
Odysseus is renowned for his intellectual brilliance, guile, and versatility (polytropos), and is thus known by the epithet Odysseus the Cunning (Greek: μῆτις, translit. mêtis, lit. "cunning intelligence"[4]). He is most famous for his nostos, or "homecoming", which took him ten eventful years after the decade-long Trojan War.