half hour in front of computers without internet
makes you do these things XD
Martin multipolar XD
masejeando seems that something was ...... . or someone ....¬/////¬
Coco ... I wanted to go as OTL
Friday, November 27, 2009
What Paint Should I Use To Paint My Bmx
xD Something (?)
half hour in front of computers without internet
makes you do these things XD
Martin multipolar XD
masejeando seems that something was ...... . or someone ....¬/////¬
Coco ... I wanted to go as OTL
half hour in front of computers without internet
makes you do these things XD
Martin multipolar XD
masejeando seems that something was ...... . or someone ....¬/////¬
Coco ... I wanted to go as OTL
Thursday, November 26, 2009
My 18 Month Old Rolls Her Eyes Back
Gioconda Belli. Artificial respiration
I am convinced that nothing ever happens to us that we have not planned anything so we are not prepared. We have had bad times, like all men, and must learn to live without illusions.
Words are my only possession. Words are my only activity, therefore, should not be considered representative, since I have wasted the other functions that may help the body sustain my words
I am convinced that nothing ever happens to us that we have not planned anything so we are not prepared. We have had bad times, like all men, and must learn to live without illusions.
Words are my only possession. Words are my only activity, therefore, should not be considered representative, since I have wasted the other functions that may help the body sustain my words
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Difference Between Bridal And Wedding Shower
[Fanmix] No title: p
I recommend read this before go directly to the image . but if they want to ^ ^ u is well
XD Yeah, I'm not Douglas Clegg! I hope you like, with text included
All around, the cold was huge and heavy snow. The wind shook hard. Before, he could hear the sound of the pines in the distance being tossed by the wind. Could hear their leaves permeated the winter ice that fell more slowly to give them time. He was relieved of that nature on their side, at least, with snow and wrapping him fiddling with his hair, Manuel had no chance of seeing his eyes misted over, or that breed it.
- - -
"eh, Manu, it's cold, let me warm up," Martin said softly, snuggling on the couch next to Manuel.
"no empezí with your weas rare "Manuel said dryly." Her voice was raspy as he had caught a cold.
Martin sighed. He wondered when would be the day that his partner accept that this , had left long ago, from a simple friendship. Although, in defense of Manuel, Martin liked to do the difficult, it gave him more strength to keep Insite.
But, of course, Manuel and its limits, provided the limits. So far, Martin furtive attempts to advance the love-hate relationship they had, had been unsuccessful. Another one, again, would risk.
Although the wood had already been consumed in the home, and the coals were still lit, the room was cold. Manuel
settled, for the umpteenth time on the couch, as if moving was to find a place as warm sufuciente to rest. His eyes were closing slowly, influenced by depletion, the warm red lights swaying in the fireplace, the smell of wet wood and that damn headache that he had not left alone since arriving in the cabins . Manuel
snorted while leaving behind consciousness to enter the dream that would free him of the discomfort. achieved see how Martin approached him with a blanket, saw his face, that expression which always put before ....
Martin, blanket in hand, he threw the chair, completely covering the Chilean. under him, Manuel was moving forward. the shaking woke him so suddenly, he felt dizzy ... and, above all, angry, very angry. Martin, meanwhile, continued with his plan: it only the head uncovered Manuel, in his excitement did not realize ...
"What the fuck estai doing!" Martin
was unarmed, did not know that answer. Manuel's face, unlike the other times, I was really full of anger. Was not sly look so fake wore when he did not want to admit that, together, we had a good time, this one was serious.
Manuel, head boiling, bewildered, as his sleep had been interrupted
kept shouting "Get off me, you bastard! dai you not realize that trying to sleep .... the shit! -Manuel felt like a big drum boomed in her head fiercely put his hand on the shoulder of Argentina and, practically, threw it against the floor.
His voice bounced off the walls, and adorned with curses, beat the heart of Martin.
had been rejected, but this time, he felt bad, because the anger in the eyes of Manuel had consumed all of their expectations to accomplish something that night ... and any other day. Manuel
rearranged, waiting, this time definitively, sleep, and out of your brain that pump it had had enough.
not felt the absence of Martin until a few minutes later, when the cold was warned him alone.
"I got a cabin for the winter holidays, do you want to join me?"
"uhm .... I guess"
Martin embraced him, pleased.
Manuel, said nothing and drifted for a moment, before departing with more sharply than it would wanted
"Ya, ya, remember I am a man!" Martin smiled
"What know "-that's why I like you, she said to herself, her green eyes posing on the Chilean tenderly. Manuel
what noticed, but it was crazy.
"was wrong ... that ... bitch, I'm a moron"
Martin had run out into the snow without thinking. The white storm crashed into his body.
to both cold.
So great was the loneliness of the white
But nothing could beat the cold and loneliness that his heart felt.
Now, far from the cabin, a little calmer, he turned, expecting to find the path that had lost only a few minutes ago. The snow fell heavily, and memories raced through his mind.
"Manuel ..." He looked around again. He was alone. Was cold, it hurt his chest and his eyes were still soaked ... "Manuel, come" is reproached himself for having even shed a single tear for him, had been cruel and worst of all was that did not even know why, from running without a direction and let his emotions have clouded their common sense.
But even so, he wanted it.
needed it.
"Manuel" once again repeated his name, his voice off the icy wind.
"Martin ?..."
Manuel
The figure appeared, silhouetted against the darkness of the snow. Snowflakes had stuck to the hair, which fluttered in disarray. His breathing was quick and ragged, panting and her heart, until then believed to be uneasy about Martin lost forever in that white storm, calmed down instantly.
Manuel did not think twice before running into Martin, who stood there motionless, a little stunned.
That was unexpected. I must look like a idiot, here, standing in the middle of nowhere, soaked to the soul. I will do so ...
thought the tears on her cheeks that have not dried
Chilean stopped, slowly, until they were face to face.
and then Martin took notice. Manuel had red eyes, and under them, down her weary eyelids and opaque. Manuel was able to see the glassy eyes and his face drenched in Martin, who hagacho head as if trying to hide, or as if he had noticed something that now haunted him. He also felt bad, and it was not just the stitches in his head, so he looked away, to avoid a conversation which he knew, neither was ready to have.
"No. .. no po Llori!, If I know you brought me here pa 'to be alone ...
I push a little harder and kill him, I
And it worked so hard to find a place like this ... "He thought
Manuel came even ma ; s . Stretched out his arms gently Martin, with his left hand, he is bound by the back, and with the other, face, bringing it gently. I wanted him knew how sorry I was. I never wanted to hurt him.
Martin had not said or done anything, the mixture of feelings inside him completely paralyzed when the boiling front Manuel touched him. He felt the heat from the lips of Manuel spent his own who were cold from being outside and how warm your whole body trembled pressure.
" Sorry Martin .... blew it. "Manuel said in a whisper
" I just a kiss ... y. ..
you sick ... so ... when I plugged ... wanted to sleep.
Ah! Martin, you're an idiot. .
I ran, but, although you should feel bad, came for .
.. ah, Manu "
" These Burning "Martin said, smiling gently, watching her cheeks flushed from Chile.
Manuel chuckled to himself. That phrase had many interpretations.
had as much concern, but all ended with simple words.
if I had said I was sick from the beginning, did not have to leave, nor have the echo of recent .....
"arid fever ..." added Martin
"The disease affected me the brain and why, what happened recently rushed ...." Manuel say, while looking through the snow a place far away from the pink face sificientemente Martin.
"Of course, blame the fever ..."
- - -
failendisfail-
I recommend read this before go directly to the image . but if they want to ^ ^ u is well
XD Yeah, I'm not Douglas Clegg! I hope you like, with text included
All around, the cold was huge and heavy snow. The wind shook hard. Before, he could hear the sound of the pines in the distance being tossed by the wind. Could hear their leaves permeated the winter ice that fell more slowly to give them time. He was relieved of that nature on their side, at least, with snow and wrapping him fiddling with his hair, Manuel had no chance of seeing his eyes misted over, or that breed it.
- - -
"eh, Manu, it's cold, let me warm up," Martin said softly, snuggling on the couch next to Manuel.
"no empezí with your weas rare "Manuel said dryly." Her voice was raspy as he had caught a cold.
Martin sighed. He wondered when would be the day that his partner accept that this , had left long ago, from a simple friendship. Although, in defense of Manuel, Martin liked to do the difficult, it gave him more strength to keep Insite.
But, of course, Manuel and its limits, provided the limits. So far, Martin furtive attempts to advance the love-hate relationship they had, had been unsuccessful. Another one, again, would risk.
Although the wood had already been consumed in the home, and the coals were still lit, the room was cold. Manuel
settled, for the umpteenth time on the couch, as if moving was to find a place as warm sufuciente to rest. His eyes were closing slowly, influenced by depletion, the warm red lights swaying in the fireplace, the smell of wet wood and that damn headache that he had not left alone since arriving in the cabins . Manuel
snorted while leaving behind consciousness to enter the dream that would free him of the discomfort. achieved see how Martin approached him with a blanket, saw his face, that expression which always put before ....
Martin, blanket in hand, he threw the chair, completely covering the Chilean. under him, Manuel was moving forward. the shaking woke him so suddenly, he felt dizzy ... and, above all, angry, very angry. Martin, meanwhile, continued with his plan: it only the head uncovered Manuel, in his excitement did not realize ...
"What the fuck estai doing!" Martin
was unarmed, did not know that answer. Manuel's face, unlike the other times, I was really full of anger. Was not sly look so fake wore when he did not want to admit that, together, we had a good time, this one was serious.
Manuel, head boiling, bewildered, as his sleep had been interrupted
kept shouting "Get off me, you bastard! dai you not realize that trying to sleep .... the shit! -Manuel felt like a big drum boomed in her head fiercely put his hand on the shoulder of Argentina and, practically, threw it against the floor.
His voice bounced off the walls, and adorned with curses, beat the heart of Martin.
had been rejected, but this time, he felt bad, because the anger in the eyes of Manuel had consumed all of their expectations to accomplish something that night ... and any other day. Manuel
rearranged, waiting, this time definitively, sleep, and out of your brain that pump it had had enough.
not felt the absence of Martin until a few minutes later, when the cold was warned him alone.
"I got a cabin for the winter holidays, do you want to join me?"
"uhm .... I guess"
Martin embraced him, pleased.
Manuel, said nothing and drifted for a moment, before departing with more sharply than it would wanted
"Ya, ya, remember I am a man!" Martin smiled
"What know "-that's why I like you, she said to herself, her green eyes posing on the Chilean tenderly. Manuel
what noticed, but it was crazy.
"was wrong ... that ... bitch, I'm a moron"
Martin had run out into the snow without thinking. The white storm crashed into his body.
to both cold.
So great was the loneliness of the white
But nothing could beat the cold and loneliness that his heart felt.
Now, far from the cabin, a little calmer, he turned, expecting to find the path that had lost only a few minutes ago. The snow fell heavily, and memories raced through his mind.
"Manuel ..." He looked around again. He was alone. Was cold, it hurt his chest and his eyes were still soaked ... "Manuel, come" is reproached himself for having even shed a single tear for him, had been cruel and worst of all was that did not even know why, from running without a direction and let his emotions have clouded their common sense.
But even so, he wanted it.
needed it.
"Manuel" once again repeated his name, his voice off the icy wind.
"Martin ?..."
Manuel
The figure appeared, silhouetted against the darkness of the snow. Snowflakes had stuck to the hair, which fluttered in disarray. His breathing was quick and ragged, panting and her heart, until then believed to be uneasy about Martin lost forever in that white storm, calmed down instantly.
Manuel did not think twice before running into Martin, who stood there motionless, a little stunned.
That was unexpected. I must look like a idiot, here, standing in the middle of nowhere, soaked to the soul. I will do so ...
thought the tears on her cheeks that have not dried
Chilean stopped, slowly, until they were face to face.
and then Martin took notice. Manuel had red eyes, and under them, down her weary eyelids and opaque. Manuel was able to see the glassy eyes and his face drenched in Martin, who hagacho head as if trying to hide, or as if he had noticed something that now haunted him. He also felt bad, and it was not just the stitches in his head, so he looked away, to avoid a conversation which he knew, neither was ready to have.
"No. .. no po Llori!, If I know you brought me here pa 'to be alone ...
I push a little harder and kill him, I
And it worked so hard to find a place like this ... "He thought
Manuel came even ma ; s . Stretched out his arms gently Martin, with his left hand, he is bound by the back, and with the other, face, bringing it gently. I wanted him knew how sorry I was. I never wanted to hurt him.
Martin had not said or done anything, the mixture of feelings inside him completely paralyzed when the boiling front Manuel touched him. He felt the heat from the lips of Manuel spent his own who were cold from being outside and how warm your whole body trembled pressure.
" Sorry Martin .... blew it. "Manuel said in a whisper
" I just a kiss ... y. ..
you sick ... so ... when I plugged ... wanted to sleep.
Ah! Martin, you're an idiot. .
I ran, but, although you should feel bad, came for .
.. ah, Manu "
" These Burning "Martin said, smiling gently, watching her cheeks flushed from Chile.
Manuel chuckled to himself. That phrase had many interpretations.
had as much concern, but all ended with simple words.
if I had said I was sick from the beginning, did not have to leave, nor have the echo of recent .....
"arid fever ..." added Martin
"The disease affected me the brain and why, what happened recently rushed ...." Manuel say, while looking through the snow a place far away from the pink face sificientemente Martin.
"Of course, blame the fever ..."
- - -
failendisfail-
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