My Wonderland
I´m a 15 year old guy from a small town in germany. I like a lot of things...especially guys. If you want to know something, simply ask.
My Wonderland
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eddy-eddy:

Renato Freitas by Alexis Dela Cruz
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frozendailydose:

dosageofdisney:

I was not expecting that!

I don’t think anyone was expecting that!
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b-undt:

罪人 + 情人
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favhob:

tshtrainer:

www.tshtrainer.tumblr.com

Tobias Sorensen




My Favorite Hobby
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zombies-ate-my-dick:

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"Lyrics should be able to stand by itself, as a written piece of work."

"Lyrics should be able to stand by itself, as a written piece of work."
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"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”

"What about you? I’ve seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour,” I snap at him. “Tell him that. That’s not nothing.” “Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people. It’s not like being able to use a weapon. You know it isn’t,” he shoots back. “He can wrestle,” I tell Haymitch. “He came in second in our school competition last year, only after his brother.” “What use is that? How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?” says Peeta in disgust. “There’s always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you’ll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I’m dead!”
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handsomemales:

heath hutchins