Утренние подарки, поднимающие с кровати. Даже если ты в метро находишься, а кровать следом ползёт.

Да-да, он был прав. Но умер. ХАХАХАХАХАХАХАХАХА

send this to your crush. Just.. just do it

~(QзQ)~

Тизер-тизер-тизер!

Хахахах

My only talent is breathing

“What is it?” Dany asked. “Do you have some grievance to lay before us, some petition? What would you have of us?” His tongue flicked nervously over chapped, cracked lips. “I … I brought …” “Bones?” she said, impatiently. “Burnt bones?” He lifted the sack, and spilled its contents on the marble. Bones they were, broken bones and blackened. The longer ones had been cracked open for their marrow. “It were the black one,” the man said, in a Ghiscari growl, “the winged shadow. He come down from the sky and … and …” No. Dany shivered. No, no, oh no. “Are you deaf, fool?” Reznak mo Reznak demanded of the man. “Did you not hear my pronouncement? See my factors on the morrow, and you shall be paid for your sheep.” “Reznak,” Ser Barristan said quietly, “hold your tongue and open your eyes. Those are no sheep bones.”  No, Dany thought, those are the bones of a child. 

I am so amused.

oh god, it´s back