#lolci

[staches-and-sabres]

I need to be kissed.

Often.

And by someone who knows how.

[marasztalo]

Funfact

Mondjuk ha nem hülye szerelmes dalok szövegei alapján hoznék döntéseket, lehet nem csalódnék ennyit.

[the-ace-of-hearts]

I just checked my email and there was a match.com advertisement up at the top like bitch I don’t need you reminding me I’m single af on Christmas that’s straight-up savage.

[kvantumhab]

Szeretem megnevettetni a barátaim! :D

[the-ace-of-hearts]

What’s an ugly, sex-averse, mentally-ill girl gotta do to get a date around here?

[ncrvcbrcaking-blog]

@lolci || x

“Martyrs comes in shapes and forms you sometimes do not wish to trust.”, he replied. “But you’re right. I’m not one of the said martyrs.”.

[prodxgaliron-archived]

s m o k e a n d m i r r o r s;

@lolci

There wasn’t a surprise to the end of a tedious trail. Someplace discreet but glimmered with luxury in the settings. Her presence wasn’t blatantly expressed; maybe not as highly formal as anyone else she was a casual form of presentable. Sleek in dark colors. This was beyond risky, however spending days on end following a barely visible line of crumbs without being pinned on by some mid-level agent wasn’t going to be thrown away. On the short chance of a complete backfire she had to be wise about her approach, this was Loki, it came down to playing a precise game of chess-, a wrong move could lead to check mate.

“ You know you are a very hard person to find, right? ” Conservatively tightening her form Ilana nonchalantly took a seat, her eyes didn’t meet the others but lingered at the thin crowd.

[sokoviixn-archive-blog]

@lolci liked for a starter!

She had still to memorize the route home properly. It wasn’t that much of a big deal but she still stranded and usually ended up walking a street more or a street less. Cabs weren’t an option since she preferred saving as much money as she could even if that involved less sleeping, and less time to study as well. Zrinka couldn’t lie, walking around like that, alone, in the middle of the night didn’t seem like a good idea either, but alas, she was left with no other option at times. At least the streets were still illuminated enough. A lone figure stood not far along, and though instinct told her otherwise, she walked closer, her hands gripping her keys tightly in her pocket. “Mister? Could you tell me the hour? Going late.”