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It's not my bed. But it's somewhere to lay my head. It's not home. But a spacious modern dome. It's the big city lights. Taking in all the night sights. It's a super king bed.
Laying on the beach In the sunlight This will go down Just by the matter of the night Beach balls , bat and ball You'll never get bored Making sandcastles I'm glad we went abroad Laying on the...
Dear Richmond-upon-Thames, I miss the weekend trips to who cares where as long as the country-side rolls by. Lake District will forever be a sweet memory and I hope I'll visit it again one day.
My dad frequently repeats this joke us, most of the time unintentionally, but I always laugh at the end.
Esa magnífica sensación, cuando el tren va a comenzar su largo viaje y todo lo que podría suceder esta por llegar ....
I had to run away And I didn't care where As long as my heartache Didn't follow me there I could've lived in a forest. Or a desert. or on a farm.
Listening to Trey's new album. Welcome radiohead meets muse. #phis.
Through pixel screens and phone calls far, I feel disconnected - I'm nowhere near where you are.
I'm quite nervous about this as I have spent a while and tried hard with this. But I said I'd put it on so I will.
So thought I'd give this a go. My name is Sara Lou (Sara Louise if I'm in trouble) I'm 24, I teach English, business and Drama in a high school not far from my dads.
We built ourselves an airship So vast in scope and scale The heights of flight, the width of dreams, The grace of humpback whale. Balloons and engines raised it up Propellers drove us on...
I'm off on holiday, Don't know when I'll be home. Depends when I finish... This book that I own. There's a world to see, Other people to understand, The country. These pages.
"Annie. Get your butt out of this bed!" "I'm tired!" "Your going home. So get out!" "what time is it?" "ten. Now get up." I throw a pillow at whoever is trying to wake me up.
The London Underground is the first urban underground railway. Otherwise known as Metro or Subway. 1.1 billion journeys are made on the Underground every year.
I like this part:) I woke up with the stewardess politely shaking my arm. "We're here madam," she said in a strong Brazilian accent. "Oh.
I stretched awake, pulling the thick white duvet up to my neck, snuggling into the plush cover. A wave of excitement passed through me as I remembered where I was.
O M G... I went to see stomp today... They are awesome.
#description As I walk down the paved streets, my eyes flit past the flashing, in-your-face neon signs, the tourists with over-prices Nikon cameras, and I smile.
I'm on the 10th floor. I can see all. Of Florida and more. A sprawling vista in the light. The brightest neon show at night. Taxi bikes hustle. Amid the bustle. Politeness, 'You're Welcome'.
Chapter 23: We arrived at the airport extra early the following Friday night as we both enjoyed looking around all the shops inside the terminals and having plenty of time to spare.
Hey hot stuff, So, what's new in Nepal. I saw a news article about some hikers getting smushed in an avalanche near Kathmandu - you be careful when you go hiking.
Won't miss the English weather. The wind and rain and such. I'm up for fun in the stateside sun. Can't wait to feel its touch. Won't miss the daily grind. No I won't miss the job.
"Hey Love do you want to see the backyard?" Niall asks coming behind me. "sure." I take his hand and he leads me to the back. "oh my gosh you have a trampoline!" "yes.
The log fire crackles in the gloom Charred wood smoke blows about the room Outside a wind batters all that stands As autumn reclaims its precious lands Darkness shrinks the length of day Seasons...