Můj oblíbený hlasatel nádraží je ten anglicky mluvící co se vyskytuje například na pražském Hlaváku a v Olomouci, co zní, že ho koncept vlakové dopravy mírně udivuje a rád by se o dané problematice dozvěděl víc,
kdyby moje milá bydlela za vodou, za vodičkou studenou, tak se vůbec nestarám, jestli je bavorov co jsou vodňany nebo prachatice. prostě tu vodičku přeplavu a dám své milé hubiček na sto tisíce
fuck/marry/kill father son holy spirit
That's one guy, you fucking shit
Council of Nicea, 325 C.E.
I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you