Graphic: This beat's got heat and so tonight I'm wishing... [Manip]
... Do I have an excuse for this?
- Well, apart form that it's sizzling hot outside, I suppose no. The whole day the growling of thunder can be heard from afar. And yet, no rain. But the heat - AW! I love it.
And what I mean by hot - is that kind of heat that messes with your head, makes people wear the shiny film of sweat all over their bodies, the heat that gives everyone a slightly feverish, flushed look, and glazed-over eyes. It makes everything sparkle in that freaking Twilight manner ;)
In short, everyone looks straightout eadible. I'm certain I'm not the only one who's mesmerized by it.
Stats: Wayne Rooney/Cristiano Ronaldo. Some nudity, naughtiness. Not necessarily worksafe.
It's awkward, random smut and it's randomly called 'Summer' >_<
*massages temples* If I wasn't sitting here, watching Wonderland, keeping far away from the living, past caring about the stickiness, and sipping at a whisky cola, I'd say 'I'm sorry', and keep on repeating it.
Not mine, not real. Fiction.
- Well, apart form that it's sizzling hot outside, I suppose no. The whole day the growling of thunder can be heard from afar. And yet, no rain. But the heat - AW! I love it.
And what I mean by hot - is that kind of heat that messes with your head, makes people wear the shiny film of sweat all over their bodies, the heat that gives everyone a slightly feverish, flushed look, and glazed-over eyes. It makes everything sparkle in that freaking Twilight manner ;)
In short, everyone looks straightout eadible. I'm certain I'm not the only one who's mesmerized by it.
Stats: Wayne Rooney/Cristiano Ronaldo. Some nudity, naughtiness. Not necessarily worksafe.
It's awkward, random smut and it's randomly called 'Summer' >_<
*massages temples* If I wasn't sitting here, watching Wonderland, keeping far away from the living, past caring about the stickiness, and sipping at a whisky cola, I'd say 'I'm sorry', and keep on repeating it.
Not mine, not real. Fiction.
