Awkward how, I wonder. I could be the waifu, but... ehm... Russia/Spain? Could switch our themes to Finland/Sweden then. That or sister. Hmm. Also, was the dare aimed for me? That I should give you a suitable dare. I gave my dare out to someone else, but will willingly give out another if you meant for me.
I can't be a brother?
I think, you meant that for Tequila. But you were too late, his is mine. So, I claim your dare. Yes? Good. Sing this. Post results. I hope you can pronounce Finnish! <3
...Dare. Hesitant. ToD below?
You drink well, friend! You continue to make good choices, mmm.
She triumphs! A winner is she. She knew, of course. She knew.
Zotti are a prevalent part of life in Macedonia. Once my father and I were riding the Metro in Paris, a major tourist attraction. He mentioned how he, a pureblooded Macedonian, born and raised in Macedonia, was well-versed in combating gypsies. And with that, well-versed at combating thieves. Then a woman hopped off the Metro not long after, his wallet in hand. Oh sweet irony. Also, every Greek, be it man or woman, elder or child, should be dragged out into the street and shot. LONG LIVE MAKEDONIJA. I like to imagine that I have an active imagination. But when I try to imagine myself imagining, it is nothing but a halfhearted attempt and I give up, halfheartedly. I like to imagine that I've a world of my own, and that I am trapped in it. I like to imagine that all of my needs are catered to in this imaginary world of mine, that I've no need for external resources. Complete with unhealthy lustful thinking, an Italian girl-- Italian why? Perhaps because the Italians, along with the French, are connotated with love. I imagine that I am mentally unstable, spending my days in this internal world with my lover, and that I am well happy with her. She would be a true friend. But in reality, my imagination is too predictable and so, I don't imagine. The fact remains that anything I could imagine is not worth it, is a waste, and by existing in my imagination she does not live up to my expectations. I wish I could like to live in my imagination. But I don't. To wish is to expect, to expect is to disappoint. Now I'm sounding like some sourpuss, some middle-aged man. Mein gott, mon diet <--- french dieting, I meant mon dieu damned typo My god, my savior, I'VE CONVERTED INTO A HARDCORE CHRISTIAN. Mојот Бог, God. I've a few questions for YOU. 1) If a mountain higher than Mt. Everest is under sea levels, its location the Mariana Trench... is it really higher than Mt. Everest? 2) If a woodpecker could chuck what a... wood... fuck, I don't know. Sound waves reach my eardrums, they penetrate, what is this, we call it music. Music to the ears. I cringe. In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who squatting upon the ground, held his heart in his hand. And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-- bitter," he answered. "But I like it because it is bitter and because it is my heart." She will sing to baby to its death. And we celebrate his death. i have always wondered what my fellow men taste like but then i remember, i remember the jarring facts i'm a vegetarian, and i make not a single exception but were i not a vegetarian, just as well then men would not be exempt from my dietary habits i would rip into your flesh, lick at your open wounds it would taste so sweet cannibalism never tasted so sweet oopsie, i violaeted my dietary habits :)) Roses are red, violaetes are blue, your junk is in my face, a violaetion now that's just crude, you're rude humour me, you ill-riddled tumoured man with your sickening humouresque CANE BANGING. GET OFF MY LAWN.
I've a question for you: what do you think of the Czech Republic, Russia, Finland? New Zealand? All possible countries I am considering studying...
That's true. I do not oppose either. I can't help but think of drinking buddies, why such came into mind I've no idea. Once we've gotten together...
Who do you stalk? Give us your hit list.
I do not know what I am known for. But for me, you are known as the little child that grew accustomed to drinking vodka like voda.
Uaah, I didn't think of it that way...! But I swear, it is nearby. It is near. 30 - 40 mins away? I mentioned already. I consider that near.
Dormu Milde ~ Kajto And it has me about to curl in on myself, lulled to sleep. Very beautiful melody. Nuku, nuku, nurmilintu ... Not listening to atm but in all likelihood I will be soon.
I think I gave you a city near me, but not my actual city. I gave you Miami, didn't I? Not quite, but I live quite near to Miami.
But you know my city, address you can exempt but how is this fair. You know my city. Forzie is a dirty cheat. Equivalent exchange? Yes?
Thank you, and I wish you luck as well. Have you any intent to cease the flirting and do a thorough dissection? Thoroughly learn a language. I...
Less talk, more love. Mi amas vin.
How do you find the time to study so much bulk, so many languages? Perhaps it is that I simply do not manage my time well, very likely-- oh my...
You've gone and done it. This is now a thread dedicated to l'amour, and we shall proceed to share our love in an affectionate manner via our many languages. I didn't get off. Gott, I will... soon, soon... Я тебя люблю. I struggle to pronounce, some of these are foreign; Macedonian has a shortened alphabet, it appears. The backwards R is a yah, I think. The... after the l, лю, ю, ni idea what that character is. ITT - RUSSIA CAN'T PRONOUNCE RUSSIAN
Woo, a heartily lengthy reply. I am well aware it is radically different, wrote Finnish down thoughtlessly, should have put more thought into my choices. Finnish has nine? If I recall correctly. *checking* how off I was, fourteen or fifteen actually. Czech had nine, that's it. *checks* no, Czech has seven. I am very off. I like to call your light dabbling language flirting. Iche liebe dich. Je t'aime Ti amo. Te quiero. Daisuki da yo. Те сакам. I love you. That's all I got. Not entirely sure about my Japanese. I would type more but, even speaking of languages energises me, inspires, I need to get off now and study. Procrastinate no more. Getting off. Now. 'm having difficulty typing cyrillic on this keyboard. Uncertain if te cakam came out right. Oh, well.
