This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Down ! Bloody knife ! O, down ! Why does thy red face frown ? Why slash thus in the air, as o’er a throat laid bare ? See, the red blood-drops fall, trickling adown the wall. Ha ! How they follow me, like a dark gory sea. No rest by day or night, blood blinds my very sight. My lips are steeped in gore ! No peace ! No ! Nevermore !
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
"Mais p'isque j'vous dis que je sais plus où j'ai rangé la caisse à out's ! C'est pas ma faute si j'ai la mémoire d'un poisson rouge !"
Mais c'est trop long donc :
caisse-à-outils
La phrase interminable, c'était pour vous donner un contexte plus clair de "pourquoi "caisse à outils" ?".
crédit : code par quantum mechanics || gifs par Moriarty || #CC9966
so when your hope's on fire but you know your desire don't hold a glass over the flame don't let your heart grow cold I will call you by name I will share your road but hold me fast, hold me fast 'cause I'm a hopeless wanderer
Nichons. De la phrase " Hey babe, tu veux voir mes nichons ? "
you won't be leaving here unharmed
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Down ! Bloody knife ! O, down ! Why does thy red face frown ? Why slash thus in the air, as o’er a throat laid bare ? See, the red blood-drops fall, trickling adown the wall. Ha ! How they follow me, like a dark gory sea. No rest by day or night, blood blinds my very sight. My lips are steeped in gore ! No peace ! No ! Nevermore !
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
Down ! Bloody knife ! O, down ! Why does thy red face frown ? Why slash thus in the air, as o’er a throat laid bare ? See, the red blood-drops fall, trickling adown the wall. Ha ! How they follow me, like a dark gory sea. No rest by day or night, blood blinds my very sight. My lips are steeped in gore ! No peace ! No ! Nevermore !
crédit : code par quantum mechanics || gifs par Moriarty || #CC9966
so when your hope's on fire but you know your desire don't hold a glass over the flame don't let your heart grow cold I will call you by name I will share your road but hold me fast, hold me fast 'cause I'm a hopeless wanderer
What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how express and admirable. In apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ?
crédit : code par quantum mechanics || gifs par Moriarty || #CC9966
so when your hope's on fire but you know your desire don't hold a glass over the flame don't let your heart grow cold I will call you by name I will share your road but hold me fast, hold me fast 'cause I'm a hopeless wanderer
Je saurai te tailler un manteau, de façon barbare, roide et lourd, et doublé de soupçon, qui, comme une guérite, enfermera tes charmes; non de perles brodé, mais de toutes mes larmes. Ta robe, ce sera mon désir, frémissant, onduleux, mon désir qui monte et qui descend, aux pointes se balance, aux vallons se repose, et revêt d'un baiser tout ton corps blanc et rose. #6B854B
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Je saurai te tailler un manteau, de façon barbare, roide et lourd, et doublé de soupçon, qui, comme une guérite, enfermera tes charmes; non de perles brodé, mais de toutes mes larmes. Ta robe, ce sera mon désir, frémissant, onduleux, mon désir qui monte et qui descend, aux pointes se balance, aux vallons se repose, et revêt d'un baiser tout ton corps blanc et rose. #6B854B
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »