The lord didn't understand that the garrison was placed a bit too high. He was all about the terrain advantage.

Did you like my cookie, honey? And the place you brought us to really lovely...

The rape, of course, is awful, but what really upsets me is the food. You can live with all kinds of abuse, but you can't live without vitamin C. I got anal tears that don't heal, can't heal, and my lips feel like they've been baked in clay. They can give me as much cock as they want, but for God's sake, give me a pickle too once in a while.

>>196402
...wait WTF is that back there?

Is the Earth giving in to the frost, or is the frost giving in to the Earth? I scarcely hear any birds around here. They are usually my only companions. The road to Grandma’s house is a bit tedious, but her cheerfulness makes every toll worthwhile. And I like the air here, too.

>>196402
looking back onto this img, damn thats such a beautiful place! (Norway)

>>196206
standing here on this rooftop made me see the world in a different light. life seemed so small from here, insignificant yet elegant as if everything always falls into place one way or another. dads beatings, mothers untimely death, my student dept it all seemed to matter not or lets just say less than it did before. My whole life it feels as if i am running past and from everything yet now i stop and take it all in. The white doves flying from the rooftop terrified of me, The city streets busy with people shouting. How long have i been here? Behind me i hear the cops kicking down the door to the roof. My gaze drifts to the flower growing on the tiles. One that is able to grow in the most unlikely of places. As i attempt take a step back from the teetering edge I feel my feet slip away....

Floating white feather
An Angel preens her wings
Forever and toghether.

So, here I am, waiting by her black window, hoping something will change, and with it the endorphins. She closed the blinds between my checks - it's dark, barely any difference. I've never seen her; it's just the information. She is in there, in the shadows of her room that I will never look into. This makes me happy. She is home, just like myself. This is obsession. Every sound of her doors triggers me. I am Pavlov's dog.

>>196966
Pavlov's Catgirl*