smile

or not. whatever. its not really mandatory anyway. i know.

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burn

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looking for hope under Vesuvio

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Oh shit, I love this book already.

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#whoa

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If I’d ever been to choose to love someone I’d be so fucking sad it’s not the one I love.

Shitfaced night of someone who chosed and failed

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I feel like my heart just stepped on lego…

the other me

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Jestliže je nejdůležitější udělat první krok a zároveň prvním krokem je přiznání, tak se přiznávám, že jsem alkoholik. Teď jsem pro to udělal maximum a ono už to nějak dopadne.

Alkoholismus

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Never asked questions about ZOMBIES

Even though these days we have shitload of zombie movies and shows, I still think they all ignore the real crucial questions about this zombie concept. Yeah sure it’s nice to know how the zombie outbreak happened, how the virus was created and those things. But we don’t have answers for things like zombies hierarchy.  If there are some first class runners, fat scavengers going only after drunk people or hipsters walking through forests because cities are so mainstream and eating only gluten free brains. And then when the dark falls they sneak up to the city eating everything they can. Or do zombies have some welfare system distributing brains from privileged runners to disadvantaged ones, with half of their bodies eaten when they were turned? For me I am hundred percent sure I would be on the lowest level of that society. With my luck I would be turned sitting on toilet shitting. And imagine the life as zombie with pants down. Not only you get humiliated for exposing on public. Which I don’t think is the real issue with zombies, but every time you see some healthy people running from you, you would be like: „Braaaaaiiins, (falls down) God dammit!“ And then your zombie buddy next to you would go like: „Oh cmon Stu, would you be so kind and do something about those trousers of yours? You’re embarrassing both of us. Thank you.“

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My friend once told me, that when you reach the end you’ll understand everything. Well I’m sure this is the end and I don’t understand a shit. But let me start from the beginning. Summer was slowly withering away and autumn spread across our walley the same way winter striked deeply into my life…

David Jensen, The guy who died