Ladies and gentlemen, me and my girlfriend are going to London tomorrow 5 days on a nice hotel, and boy. am I exited? ^^ Hell yes, going to be pretty sweet I believe ^^

Now I got tagged by the nice - Thank you very much for this opportunity to post 8 random facts about myself xD

Erhm:

1. Post these rules.
2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 5 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs!

(P.S. I changed rule # 3 (Comment from rixxle, red))
(P.s. I'd love to remove rule 3. You are all tagged )


1. I love the smell of gasoline and grass (No, the kind of grass you cut off the lawn xD)  

2. I've got no driver licence, and I don't think I ever want to have one.

3. ... A driver on the other hand...

4. I believe humans are a selfish egotistic being, yet tend to have a lot of good in themselves.

5. I have a weakness for sweeties xD

6. I believe all religion is crap. I do not have anything against the common man / woman who believes in God or heaven, but I despise religion, and the religious institution  itself.

7. This is number 7                  ...           

8. I tend to love fantasy and dystopia-stories ^^


I tag... Everybody! I'd love to see some random facts about yourself when I return! (Especially you Eyetemptation! )  

By the way, take a look at all this awesome art ^^ Talented artists, all of them!

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Mature Content

A walk after a fireThis road is not a symbol, even though
it does go through a yellow wood, and it
is longer than it seemed the last time. The air is full of ash—
it dries our mouths and makes it hard to speak—yes,
that's definitely the ash.
She asks me:
"What should my autobiography be about?"
I say: "your life," and since my voice sounds
broken and not my own, she considers this
as though it is a prophecy.
All at once
the road descends out of the ash;
the change is palpable.
It's cold here, under the smoke-flavored air.
Cold like good things, cold like stone.
She starts to tell me about her life.
And the ash is behind us,
so I listen. :thumb121860071: :thumb125214680: :thumb128139733: :thumb127900554: :thumb110337982:

There is especially one piece I want you to take a look at. I think it's one of the best pieces here on dA... It tells so much ^^



Ladies and gentlemen, stay peaceful, see ya in a week ^^

//Grifmore, The Red Dog