Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
I know, I know, I've posted here before, but this one was just to great to pass up. What you see here is me, about to ski off a fifteen foot cliff. A millisecond after this was taken I caught an edge and fell straight to my face, breaking my nose.
"Regrets, I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention." -The Sex Pistols
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
not sure if that's a good or bad thing
