Hitler flirting with Eva Braun.
I don’t know how this makes me feel
It makes me feel very uncomfortable
You know what’s so uncomfortable about this? It shows that perhaps one of the most evil men in history, was a human being. That, on occasion, he could be nice, even flirty. That’s not all. You want to see evil people as evil, screaming horrible stuff over a desk with 20 microphones with 20, 000 people saluting them. The evil is clear and recognizable then. This shows a completely different image, it scares you because that means that evil isn’t a stereotype, that evil is not recognizable, that evil could be anyone. It scares you because this shows that could be lurking inside anyone and you’ll never ever know. Maybe in you?
grew up practically in the back woods.
Creepy noises and animals outside were nothing to me.
Now I’m lying here WIDE AWAKE creeped the FUCK OUT by this humansized owl sitting out side hooting like it has the lung capacity of a fucking tanker!
I don’t miss tucker by any means.
I just miss being able to scurry down the hall and scamper into a much less empty bed, squealing my head off like there was a wolf chasing me down the hall, and curl up knowing there wasn’t some giant owl sitting in the tree outside hooting at me all night.
THERE ARE A DOZEN OTHER TREES ON THIS STREET, OWL! YOU REALLY NEED THAT ONE?!
This is what goes through my mind in deep water.
Put me in the Air, put me on land, just not in the water
In the Summer of 2004, just after signing his name away to the RAF, he stepped into a small tattoo parlor in the sleepy eyed town of Portee. Plopping down onto the stool he handed the older man the money he had been saving for the deed, tilting his head to point to the smooth skin just behind the right hinge of his jaw, on the firm muscle beneath his ear with a smile on his face, “Make it a roman four.”