- Current Location:Belgium, Ghent
- Current Mood: distressed
So my photo is not the best quality but that did nothing to the taste, this little darling was delicious!
The recipe I used can be found here.
Why vegan pancakes?
If a group of beings from another planet were to land on Earth - beings who considered themselves as superior to you as you feel yourself to be to other animals - would you concede them the rights over you that you assume over other animals? (George Bernard Shaw)
- Current Location:Belgium, Ghent
- Current Mood: content
- Current Music:Earth Crisis - To Ashes
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Warnings: SLASH (male/male canoodling)
Author's note: this is my first fanfic in what feels like forever. I'm still not getting over the fact that I almost wrote porn. Almost. Okay I wrote 'erection', that's porny for me. :D
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- Current Location:Ghent
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:Axelle Red - Sensualité
Dit is het beste verhaal ooit: een paar dagen geleden stapt een 18-jarig meisje met niets van tattoo ervaring in een sjofel uitziende tattoo studio in Kortrijk. Zonder er echt bij na te denken beslist ze om drie sterren naast haar linkeroog te laten zetten. De tattoo artiest spreekt geen Nederlands, enkel Frans en een beetje Engels. Hij begint naast haar oog, en tijdens het proces valt zij in slaap (ja, terwijl iemand op haar gezicht met een naald bezig is... )
This is what she ended up looking like:
Dit is hoe ze er nu uit ziet:
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HAHAHHAHAHA only in Belgium
Enkel in België :D
PS: she also has a fanpage now, with hilarious modified pics, check it out!
Ze heeft ook een fanpagina op facebook, met hilarische bewerkte foto's !
- Current Location:At home
- Current Mood: amused
- Current Music:JVT
- Current Mood: drained
- Current Music:Stick To Your Guns
but I'm too weak
I'd share with you
could I only speak
just how much this
- A.F.I. This time imperfect
was inspiration for:
THIS TIME IMPERFECT
I'm sitting near the window, staring amusedly at my youngest daughter playing in the courtyard, when he comes in. He clears his throat, rapidly, twice, and I'm already getting annoyed at the fact that he expects me to answer to his call immediately. Instead I direct my gaze to his hands, which he's nervously clasping and unclasping. When he finally forces me to face him, I get up and motion for him to follow me to the bed. We lie in what used to be comfortable silence, but is now just an agreement to keep the questions and accusations inside. I subtly sneak a peek at his prominent features, the high sculpted cheekbones, straight nose and pouty lips I once called my own. Of course, I could still afford your elite charms back then. And my brother was not throwing you sacks of gold along with smirking leers either. Suddenly a graphic image of you with my brother on this very bed crosses my mind, asphyxiating me, and you're still searching my eyes for an answer, a payment. I bolt out of the bedroom, leaving you. Through the open door I glance at you, flexing your fingers and curling them in the warm blankets. I wish you would leave me, no emotions on your pretty face, so that I would not have to do it myself. Turning my back to you, I can still sense your hopeful eyes, boring through my skull. As I crush you by walking away, again, I'm silently getting used to plucking the stars out of your eyes.
- Current Location:Home
- Current Mood: melancholy
- Current Music:A.F.I. - This Time Imperfext