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Be strong when you are weak, be brave when you are scared, be humble when you are victorious, be bold when you are timid, be badass everyday 5 years ago.
8212; I can buy. Blue-gray and gold of sunset. With cold roaring sea again. All that defines me babushka dolls. He wants to talk with. The hole in my shoe.
8230; if this is all there is between Hydrogen. Myself to the season of Dust; listen. To dragons fly, grazing the different gravel. Into the Commonplace; learn Slang to escape.
She lay on his mind, tongue-tied; somewhere. Between Absinthe and dark water. A memory crept along the dim. There is an ache in her air she has no idea. She braves the street chill, words. Her worn Fedora; articulations in grace and. Her unravelling of his mind; prayermat.
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Hay, bakit kaya ganun? Kung kelan ang dami kong kwento nakakatamad naman mag-type. Tapos kanina pala umalis kami. been bonding with him for past few days.
He has climbed this tree hundreds of times. Careful, now, the father said, raising his voice a bit. His heart beat a little faster and his body tensed. The boy has been up that tree so many times, but it always made the father a little uneasy. I love it up here, whispered the boy after some time. Why is it that you.
haha! Anyway, into 2011. Havent really settled in for the feelings.
Sometimes words run about in my brain. Love Story in the Setting of the Apocalypse. There was a boy in a far away town,. And as he watched the world burn down,. He thought of all the girls he never loved. Being washed away in the fiery flood. For each girl, he shed one tear. Until the ground was wet and the air was clear. But the forlorn boy continued to weep. Until his tears created a river so deep.