...warum habe ich Eilan gefragt? Der Junge ist immer so scharfsinnig... argh.
Wenn er das weitererzählt, bringe ich ihn eigenhändig um die Ecke in die Wuthöhle. D<
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Eilan, Xgiz, egal, irgendeiner wird es schon herausposaunen. Du kannst es uns ruhig erzählen, dass du riesige Brüste haben willst, die falsch aussehen.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Lol?
Er weiß, wie groß die sind... er hatte im Wdig? öffentliches Nasenbluten. xD
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Das reicht aber nicht... meine Brüste gehören immernoch zu mir dazu. Leider. x'D
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
E:/ Siehst du, User Axel ist auch nicht zufrieden. Also nein.
...Und ich sehe schon... Eilan wird morgen einen liebevollen Tod sterben. |3
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
...nein. Nicht mal für die Zeit eines gemeinsamen Kakaos. D|
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."