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Hello everyone. Sunday is once again upon us. So, I had a wonderful birthday yesterday - thanks to everyone for the nice messages.
In backstreet burnt out London there's a racket going on But there's a network of protectors you can place your faith upon See the shady fella, with his face obscured by smoke We all know his name,...
It's New Years Day So tradition dictates That resolutions are made For us later to break. Will it be a diet, Or perhaps more exercise. More time with the family Enjoying the highs.
#opussweeklychallenge 17 years ago, on the hottest day of the hottest summer we had ever known, I almost had a sister.
This rant will solely discuss the downfalls of comparing yourself to other people. First and foremost, I need to explain: We compare - it’s human nature.
On the road between heaven and hell There aint no one that gonna hear you yell No one to run to; no one to tell Your deeds are lined up in front of you Beg for forgiveness for the sins you did...
Opuss is a world of dreams Where words are penned And plots are schemed. Opuss brings forth skill and ardour It makes us folk try much much harder. See, I told you I couldn't write poetry.
I nicked a bus - let's climb aboard. Escape the rain - fuck off abroad.
I pulled off my hood carefully watching the new guy. His eyes widened only a fraction before setting themselves in stone - keeping detached.
The mood throughout London has changed. The sun is gracing us with his presence every few hours, usually followed by an unforgiving hail of showers.
WARNING: Toilet humour ahoy... Yesterday she asked of me Where to go for dinner. How about the carvery.
#2 possibility one: the after life or some shit like that. If Christians are right, you can expect Hell.
This one is just a build up to the next one. More of a filler, so, yeah :) x *Drew's POV* When I finally slipped out of the bathroom - unnoticed - Justin was nowhere to be found.
One of the mogul King Akbars' wives, Mariam, was a beautiful Queen with large breasts. Raja Todermal was obsessed over the Queen for this reason.
Hailstones pounded the sodden earth, whistling through the chill April air and raining blows on Luke's head. He felt nothing. Sitting on a rickety wooden bench on Hampstead Heath, he was numb.
The longest hair in all the land, And all I want's a chop. Finely spun like purest gold, A woven, braided mop.
He pulled away and I was left really quite breathless. 'Sorry.' I apologised because James clearly wasn't going to and because that probably wasn't the best time.
Chapter 15 ~ "Yes I'm pregnant, Peter," I whispered. "WHO WITH!" screamed Peter. Haha. Idiot. "You!" I laughed. "Oh," he sighed. I got up and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
What makes me, me. 1: MORNINGS I wake up every morning, Turn on my bedside light, Just to keep my eyelids up, It takes an immense fight.
With no sleep at all, head on fire, and a feeling of utter helplessness she decided she couldn't go to work. She'd never missed a day of work in her life. So reluctantly she made that phone call.
#beginningline #nightdwellers As the snow melted, I wept in awe, The ice prince I'd created, Was a pile of water on the floor, A journey I started, Not so long ago, I built my ice prince with bare...
I used to think that I was wrapped around his finger...but I think it's the other way around. He's wrapped around my finger. Or he's going to be wrapped around my finger.
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~Prologue~ The old stairs creaked underneath Delias feet. She finally reached the top and sighed. Fargone hotel was not the best hotel she'd ever stayed in. She looked at her room key.