No hay mejor paleta de color y mejor libro de composición que este
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Despues de todo, los desastres siempre es lo que queda… eso y los gatos chismosos que se ponen a mirar lo que hay en la basura. punto final…..
Que punto final dije CARAJO!
forever reblog……y leer el libro es aun peor
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
Fake o no, es buena historia.
(Source: psihoticno-sarkasticna)
