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Gnep <3 Non so se si capisce ma stanno ballando (male). Ssssht, li amo, basta.

“I don’t think I have a bow or arrow. I’ve never had to use that weapon... Oh!” She snapped her fingers. “We could try a spear! I think I still have one of those! You can use your strong arms to throw it up and see what happens!”

“If I shot an arrow straight up, would it come back down and hit me?”

“I…. You’re asking the real questions here. We could test you theory?” That was a bad idea but Lutz never had good ideas.

Carmen: *talking about her kids/colonies*

Carmen: I love all my kids equally!

Also Carmen: *can’t remember any of their names except South Italy/Romano, the Philippines, the Netherlands, & Mexico*

@portugals-blog

Congrats, hermano. 39 whole points? So proud of you

Teruel - Spain (by Fernando García) 

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No holding back!

the drunk couple

Reblog if you would be devastated if you found out one of your followers committed suicide.

“You already spit out whatever goes in your mouth. I.E. Words. So you already have that going for you,” Carmen replied calmly, flipping a page in her book. She knew this man all too well. “Speaking of, how’s that STD of yours, hermano? Your balls stopped scratching yet? Or have they fallen off?”

Put your dick away

“Hmmmm..” He hums, as though hes considering the advice. “I suppose you’re right, nothing better than this mouth, am I right?” He says with a cocky grin, shooting a wink to the Spaniard. She should know, after all.

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s a good time to do some thinking and looking at things nearby. But the question is do you walk during the day or night?”