4 thoughts on “când fluturii nu mai au stomac.”
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GB is an unapologetically unreconstructed hippie and devoutly politically incorrect. She sold her soul to Guns 'N' Roses in the 90s, bought her first good electric guitar from Slash's ex-wife in Detroit, and never looked back. She /sometimes/ writes fiction (you figured it out after the "Slash's ex-wife in Detroit" part, didn't you?), nonfiction, and some things she can’t quite define. Also, she can turn bullshit into articles. She’s been published in her obscure blog, and two or three local newspapers, leaving behind digital traces like glitter. Like most snobbish wiseguys, she also pretends to know everything about everything, until questioned. :D
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de ce ai scos postul “thank you so maci”? 🙂
superba fotografia cu maci rosii. 🙂
1. pentru ca a fost doar in imaginatia mea ca omul caruia ii era destinata ar putea citi pe-aici. 🙂
2. nu era a mea. a mea era doar starea din ea, de red-struck forever. 😛
ps: ploua, n-am umbrela si ies in 10 min, cherry cherry boom boom : )))))
ce se intampla cand fluturii au fluturi si fluturii fluturilor au si eu fluturi??? pupicei:*:* si spor la treaba
nu stiu ce se intampla, motiv in plus sa scrii tu despre. 😛
mor in brate cu disertatia, deci da, chiar trebuie spor. =))
dar in afara de asta, toate zilele-mi sint infiorator de minunate. 😀