#swagyarorszag

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swagyarorszag replied to your post: he's a sworn (power) bottom we all know that

Nice hat.

It has nice color, yes.

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swagyarorszag replied to your post: Magda, I emptied all the wine bottles at home,...

Why, let him live, he’s drunk and a mess.

I thought you were my best friend.

[vaikusjavalgus]

@swagyarorszag Of course, you can come over anytime. [Offended that she even has to ask ://]

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swagyarorszag replied to your post: That’s it, he’s kinkshaming his own sister.

For a change I didn’t do anything don’t listen to her.

Don’t try to play innocent, you are the worst enabler. 

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swagyarorszag replied to your post: Have you ever fantasised about having sex with any...

The best choice.

You know, given a fact that I can only choose between you, Germany and Austria, you really have an easy win here. 

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swagyarorszag replied to your post: Ever waxed your butt?

Lies.

You have no knowledge to even comment on that.

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swagyarorszag replied to your post “Hey Duci, wanna play truth or dare?”

Sure, shoot!

Truth or dare, Ela?

[rewolucyjny-polska-blog]

✞ myth and legend ✞

starter for @swagyarorszag 

“Remember when we were the stuff of fairytales?” Mirek lowers his glass, cross-legged on the flooring of the balcony; it’s evening and the cold bites through his jeans even if he’d taken the time to sweep snow off the wooden floorboards. “It’s weird… I remember, like, feeling powerful. I was only a kid, y’know, but leading a cavalry charge against twenty thousand Ottomans makes you feel that way.” He grins in memory, looking from her face to his own shoelaces, messily done with one hand - he drags his knee up to his chest and undoes the knots with cold-reddened fingers, ignoring the sting, and glances up at her again. “You were the best knight. Even when we fought I thought you were the coolest, like…” He trails off, tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth as he fumbles with a particularly stubborn lace. “Did you think I was cool? Be honest, hm?”