#kofer

[alaettin-53]

Şu yayına göz atın… "KOFER".

kofer, her şey onun içinde

[80s-reject]

i literally can't believe that a snippet of a bosnian song was in a dapg video

[clownstho]

Some of you may recognize them. I was thinking about them yesterday and the day before that and today and maybe even tomorrow if I'm feeling adventurous

you know how sometimes two animals of different species will team up together to hunt food? that's what this is like but it's not a species thing its a clown and acrobat symbiosis thing. its also a two shorties standing on each others shoulders to beat taller opponents thing.

More clowns here

[optimisticlucio]

Gmar Hatima Tova, everyone!

now get off your phones and go to the synagogue, smh my head, where's your tfilin

[kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon]

Catching up on my reblogs! This is up to chapter 12 now!

Writers Guild Presents - Mirrors, Ch 10

Mirrors with @daneecastle

Rated E CW/TW: angst

Summary: A post-S2, double reverse omens angst-ridden love story. Crowley and Aziraphale are torn apart after saving the world (again) and each find themselves with a most unlikely companion. But maybe it was the one person they needed to help them heal?

Excerpt: “Star — did you invent a helicopter?” 

“What’s that?!” 

Aziraphale smiled kindly at him. “That’s the Earth name for — for that. There was a human, long ago, who designed something quite similar .” Aziraphale paused, “Though I’m not sure his ever actually flew.” 

“Oh, that’s a better name! I was calling it a triple spiral sky boat.” 

“But why, Star?” Aziraphale asked gently. “We have wings.” 

Star looked back incredulously for a moment. “To see if I could?! Isn’t it amazing? Come on!”

Read more here! 

Huge thanks to @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon & @nosferatini for beta-ing!

 @goodomensafterdark

[sanjarka]

i love public transport. i love public transport. i love public transport. i love public transport. i love public transport. BUT GIVE ME HUGE SUITCASE AND I'M KILLING EVERYONE.

[gospocki]

Ja zaista nemam puno da ti ponudim: par toplih zagrljaja, čistu dušu i jedno maleno, ali vjerno srce. Imam i kofer pun ljubavi i dva jastuka, pomalo već stara, ali se još osjeća miris mojih snova. Nemam ja puno na dlanu, par suza i jutarnju rosu kojom budim svoje lice, jedan osmijeh i oči pune nade.

[mrasicc]

Zavolećeš neće ti biti teško spakovati kofere i započeti svoj put.

[ti-i-ja-mozda-nekada]

U kofer stao je ceo moj svet

Ova ljubav živi kraj

Ti negdje krećeš, a sve stalo je

Jednom za kraj me pogledaj

Nek ti je srećno, al' ipak znaj

Da ne gradi sе sreća na suzama

Ja prokleti te nеću ni psovati

Bez brige budi mi, nisam ja ti

Nek ti je srećno, ali da znaš

Od Boga imaš samo ono što daš

A dao si mi tugu, za zbogom mi

Bar pruži ruku, idi i nestani...

[razdragana]

Za neka putovanja nisu potrebni ni karta ni kofer

[haslamica]

Čekaš voz. Spakovala si kofer, stavila si samo potrepštine, stvari kao što je četkica za zube, češalj, ona cvjetna haljina koju si nosila na dan kada te ostavila prijateljica, onaj par hlača koje tako obožavaš jer misliš da ti najbolje stoje, ali ustvari ih voliš jer si ih nosila na dan kada ti je rekao da te voli. Spakovala si i onu uramljenu sliku grada kojeg ostavljaš za sobom, grada koji te još uvijek povlači ka sebi što dublje. Tu u koferu je i onaj lančić kojeg nikada ne nosiš, ali ti ga je majka poklonila, i ipak su na njemu dva slonića, možda koji predstavljaju tebe i tvoju majku. Spakovala si čak i onu kartu iz kina kada si odlučila sama pogledati film kako bi pobjegla od svijeta. I vidi te, sada zaista bježiš od svijeta, ali ne možeš pobjeći jer taj svijet uporno sa sobom nosiš.

[zauvjek-svoja]

Gdje ponos dođe po svoje, tu ljubav kofere već pakuje.

[kontra-svijeta]

najvise na svijetu mrzim pakirat kofer upomoc

[nostalgicandecko]

/

Prokletinja

Da si ti papir

Ja bih bio mastilo

Ono koje se slučajno rasulo

I uništilo savršeno lep papir

Da si ti cvet (kao što jesi)

Ja bih bio kiša

Grad

Koji večno pada

I ubija tako nevinu nežnost cveta

Da si ti srce

Ili neki drugi organ

Ja bih bio ono što ga ubija

Ono najcrnje što se uvuče u njega

I izjeda ga polako do smrti

Zato draga moja

Skupi svoje kofere

I molim te idi od mene

Dok još možeš

Da se spasiš od mene

Večne prokletinje

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~ D.K.

[dbacklot99]

Writers Guild Presents - Mirrors, Ch 9

Mirrors

with @daneecastle

Rated E CW/TW: angst

Summary: A post-S2, double reverse omens angst-ridden love story. Crowley and Aziraphale are torn apart after saving the world (again) and each find themselves with a most unlikely companion. But maybe it was the one person they needed to help them heal?

Excerpt: “Still, it’s all the more reason for you to go out and start building a proper place.” Kofer declared.

“Are you calling my house not proper?”

“It’s a cave. You deserve better than a cave.”

Crowley snorted. “You live in a twinkly ice castle.”

Kofer glared back teasingly. “I have standards."

Read more here! 

Huge thanks to @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon and @nosferatini or beta-ing!

 @goodomensafterdark

[nekonepostojan]

Spakovala sam kofere i otišla.

Ne jer sam prestala da te volim,

Već jer nijednan tvoj gest nije govorio 'Želim te'.

A u reči već odavno ne verujem.