#frozenpassion

[j1woe]

[j1woe]

[j1woe]

[j1woe]

[j1woe]

1. Nu e bine dacă mă enervezi. 2. Dacă mă enervezi nu e bine. 3. Mie îmi place să mă enervez.

[nablyudat-blog]

frozen--passion started following you

"Ah, lots of visitors this week."

"And -- who might you be?"

[naru-uzumaki]

frozen--passion started following you

"Hello."

[nieve--blanca]

@frozen-passion.

 "Great..." Rukia had whispered. The sun rays had hit her causing her to sweat. The petite had wondered around the streets of Karakura Town with much dislike of its nature. Gentle and small hands had raised whipping off the sweat drops that had ran from her forehead down to her cheeks. As hot as it was she was in the point  of deciding to return to the Soul Society - there the weather wasn't too much of a fuss as it was here. To top it all off the Gigai she was inside was uncomfortable, she protested and whined. Luckily her shorten hair and the clothing she had been wearing was a bit of relief to her, she wore this light purple causal dress that hanged over her knees, not too tight to her figure (she had always abhor the tightening clothing) to match her small outfit she wore black flats that have been comfortable to her feet. Also she had never forgotten about her Soul Pager, and Gikongan ; her special utilities of her transform and informs. Slow and steady she had taken the first step to torture. Orbs had scanned around observing that there weren't many out due to its circumstances. A forcible sigh escaped her lips proceeding with her walk. Why did was she out? Boredom struck, and Ichigo was currently "busy" with his bed doing nothing but sleep. A fool to not accompany her in this torture. The petite decided to wonder, to explore the unexplored of this Human World. She had little time, but hoped nothing of her dislike would appear. "At least.. I have time for myself." she spoke calmly despite the horrifying climate.