#stoart

[sto-court]

Har har har har

[stoatsaturday]

Art Fight attack on @fortuneravine !

[therealvincentio]

please help I need to stoart the ve hickle

Stop stop stop stop stop you’re flooding the engine

[nikolaj-costerwaldau]

not morata being excluded from the starting lineup fjskfjksjfksdj

[doingbusinessinpoland-blog]

Polski rynek muzyki dla firm

Polski rynek muzyki dla firmfirmy zagraniczne, Muzyka, muzyka w firmie, muzyka w hotelu, muzyka w miejscu publicznym, muzyka w restauracji, Muzyka w sklepie, OZZ, prawo autorskie, Publiczne odtwarzanie muzyki, SAWP, SPAV, STOART, ZAiKS

Rynek muzyki dla firm to pod wieloma względami specyficzna gałąź polskiego biznesu. Istnieje duża trudność w określeniu jego wartości i przedstawieniu spójnych danych ekonomicznych. Pozostaje zatem scharakteryzować go przeglądowo w obrębie trzech kluczowych obszarów, które pozwolą dostrzec jego specyfikę.

http://u.to/GVP-Dw

[the-nerd-from-outerspace]

me: stoart

me: stoart? what is stoart???

me: it’s stored in the balls

[becdecorbin]

more weord stoart

[vaporwavesimulator]

i wanna stoart a pokemon nuzlocke but also i remember how much of a pain it is to get through the story sometimes. like please i just want to fight creature and become stonger

[sto-court]

Season 1 twilight shenanigans

[stoatsaturday]

Art Fight attack on @the-mossy-green-witch !

[enterpoland]

Polski rynek muzyki dla firm

Polski rynek muzyki dla firm

Rynek muzyki dla firm to pod wieloma względami specyficzna gałąź polskiego biznesu. Istnieje duża trudność w określeniu jego wartości i przedstawieniu spójnych danych ekonomicznych. Pozostaje zatem scharakteryzować go przeglądowo w obrębie trzech kluczowych obszarów, które pozwolą dostrzec jego specyfikę.

Read more/Lies mehr/Czytaj więcej: http://u.to/GVP-Dw

[sorakamain]

Wow my lack of posts is disturbing, I haven’t been active in ages!!! 

[sto-court]

William and Edwin (frenemies)

[stoatsaturday]

Art Fight attack on Daredevild!

[trueheda]

      bc angsty monder shit w/ @damnleader​ seemed like a good idea at the time

                   it’s a damn shame really.        with what was meant to be today, the last place that she thought she’d end up was standing on top of a boy’s bed yelling at him to take her seriously.         she’s all done up.         red nails dig deep into white clenched palms; voice hoarse from the overuse of vocal chords over the past few days. she’s raging, skin burning. her emotions match the ---          red lipstick, that she spent hours trying to decide on.          she’s not sure what she’s more upset about as she jumps up and down on the mattress trying to express her       ( disappointment )        tears long since blinding her vision as she stares up at the ceiling exhausted from the outrage.       is it the girl that opened the door when ontari showed up for their date       ( that that they would ever call it such a thing --- just her own thoughts, having to explain what this was to herself ).     or was it because he’d promised to spend the night with her and then asked her to leave. either way. the tight black leather dress had gone to waste as she’d stormed past them both and straight into his room as she’d started to take off her clothes and scream about how that’s all she was useful for anyway.  it was a damn shame really --- she wasn’t supposed to care.

the girl’s long since left through ontari’s outrage. probably offput by the the fact that there was a screaming younger female trashing through the apartment and quite literally breaking the hinges off bedroom doors. and so she’s left just yelling down at bellamy blake from her perch.        words don’t really make sense at this point.       what had stoarted off as screaming had become angry sobbing and by this point just seemed to be intangible whispers.      she can’t seem to face him either, as she storms around on the mattress, bare feet ruining the covers. she’s       bare         . which probably isn’t helping her tantrum. she wishes      that she could understand why she wants him to understand her. but she doesn’t even know why shes yelling    and crying    herself. just that she wants to grab a pillow and throw it at his fucking face. she can’t find the words for it all. she can’t         seem to think of what she wants to get done.      why she’s being this childish about it in the first place.               he’s not cheating.                 bellamy’s allowed to have as may fucking girls over as he wants to. just not on her time.         HER TIME.

“    mine. my night. my make up. MY DRESS --- it was a new fucking dress.       ”      her birthday. though he didn’t know that.  “     YOU’RE A FUCKING JACKASS    ” a point she’s made multiple times today. her voice cracks as she picks up the last of the pillows and throws it at him, before grabbing at the sheets and making a move to do the same with them.  “ MINE. ”