Пацаны, сигареты есть?
estonianmoments: Your Reaction:
sometimes i think i’m arrogant but then i remember that julius caesar was kidnapped by sicilian pirates and when they demanded a ransom of 620 kgs of silver he got mad because he thought he was worth more than that and made them raise it to 1550 kg
carry-on-my-consulting-tardis: I have two moods One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions there is no inbetween
itssamwinchester: how am i meant to control my life i can’t even control my hair
thedramaticsneeze: hoshigumayuugi: i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early YOU PUT THIS IN WORDS
auntytimblr: thirtywhacks: sazzlepops: ...
Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as...– Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher) I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder. (via notational)
wh1rring: it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
toxicrants: Don’t say you’ll ‘treat a girl like a princess’ unless you’re prepared to follow up on that shit. If I’m not living in a castle by the sea with diplomatic powers over a small country then you’re a bitch-ass liar.
imjohnlocked: boredsociopath: Did you hear about the prank Moriarty pulled last January? Sherlock totally fell for it.
Moment you know Summer has arrived in Estonia
(A gay couple has just met up in the restaurant and kissed each other upon arrival. Another customer has seen this and is obviously angry.)
Angry Customer: “Damn f**s.”
Gay Man: “Excuse me?”
Angry Customer: “You heard me, you little s***. Let’s not make this into some little pride protest, okay? I have to accept that you’re going to live your lifestyle, and you have to accept that I’ve got freedom of speech.”
Gay Man: *quietly* “Is it too much to ask for a little human decency?”
Angry Customer: “Human? Listen up, what you’re doing is not human. I think I have the right to determine what I think is human.”
(The manager shows up. He’s a quiet Italian man who I assume is conservative due to the Christian imagery and portrait of Reagan he keeps around the restaurant.)
Angry Customer: *to the owner* “Hey, can you move either them or us to another table?”
(Instead of responding to the angry customer, the owner instead speaks to his wife.)
Owner: “I’m sorry ma’am, but we have a strict ‘no pets’ policy in my restaurant.”
Wife: “Uh, I, uh, what? I don’t have a—”
Owner: “Well, according to your talking monkey over here, I can determine who’s a human and who’s not. You bring an animal into my restaurant; I gotta assume it’s your pet.”
(The angry customer storms out. When I left, the owner was giving his description, and copies of security camera footage, to the biggest crowd of police I’ve seen. Apparently it’s a bad idea to not pay your bill at a restaurant that gives free coffee to cops.)