Стихотворение, написанное Дэниэлом Рэдклиффом:

resistance :

dexterita :

blanshefleur :

Beside these verdurous and wind-blown fronds
I lie with two long-legged, glistening blondes.
The wisps of comb-over that I call hair
Are slowly bleaching in the sunlit air
That’s also turning orange the skin I wear.
The wife thinks I’m on some dull business trip!
‘Poor bitch, ’ I think and…

ахахаха, Дэниел, шикарно :DDD

у меня истерика просто, я не могу :D

я умииииииииир >_______________<