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We spent the next 10 days alternating between days in the hotel and pool, and the beach. Adam and I had both turned a golden colour from the intense sun.
For Mr @Jamtots (phew, pressure is off:) This fellow's always wondering, when things will come to pass, he always wants things here and now, and is not afraid to ask.
Wandering through the meadow alone, Listening to the melancholy tone. The long grass sways, the flowers dance, Time on my own to be cherished while I still have chance.
Tomorrow is the day The world has been awaiting The result is on a knife edge Everything to play for Everything to fight for Nobody can predict the score Everyone has hearts in mouths What will the...
Is it children playing Knock a door run. Or just the Paperboy Delivering the sun. The invisible man. The wind or the rain.
When it's summer time, I'm happy. When it's autumn I'm lost. In winter, it only gets worse; the cold, wet weather conveniently describes how I feel.
I'm getting tomorrow, what I want today. I'll be there tomorrow, but I'm arriving today. I'm having a party today. Birthday is tomorrow. I'm opening my presents, but christmas is not today.
A new friend has entered the viscinity. A good friend of the beloved divinity. Expectations have climbed, soared again. Anticipation takes me back to this again. I'm so far away from you both.
As the clock ticks down. All I hear is my heartbeat. Ringing in my ears. Louder and louder. My nerves are shot. I'm physically shaking. Just the thought makes me sick. But it's got to be done.
This afternoon, 5 o'clock Getting ready for England to rock Could it be after all the tears First major title in 46 years. With half a team that's fit to play And the ex-manager of WBA England...
It's 1am. I ache for her. She is only a few miles away but she is working. But on the upside I have only a couple of hours until I have her in my arms again. Until we can be in each others arms.
Month 1. Changes taking place Can't keep my usual pace. Month 2. Something's happening within All I do is reach for the bin. Month 3. My tummy is getting bigger Omg. I'm losing my figure. Month 4.
Hello, my name is Katie berry. I'm 15 years old but let me start from the beginning of my story.
"He's the one you like isn't he?" Stefanie questioned. I kept quiet. "You're blushing. You do!" Stefanie giggled. "Shh. He'll start coming this way!" I hushed Stefanie.
It's Friday. The day of the week when I finally put a smile on my face. Friday is like a place. Where no people or homework ruin my day. Friday nights are the best.
There's excitement deep within my soul, A tiny spark, A glimmer of hope. It send delicious shivers up my spine. I hope it is my saviour this time.
I walked through the central pathway looking left and right at the shop names, I saw it, "Pulse", this was it. Before walking in I saw her, stood, back to me, in the doorway.
*I'm writing this at 11:54 PM. Judge me all you like, but this is a bit more sinister than my usual stuff...* The sun has long abandoned me, replaced by the silver moon.
I went up to my makeshift bed, and changed into another outfit (which I'd stolen from my room when I knew Mollie had left).
It didn't matter how much history they had, what experiences they shared or how many endless talks they encountered. They were best friends and would always be.
I quite like Thursdays, We're almost there, The smell of the weekend, Lingers in the air.
I locked my bed room door and started throwing clothes here and there trying to fund a great out fit, all I had was old scrubby trousers and tiny baby tops...
She would have ebony eyes, raven ringlets, and skin a cinnamon cream. The taste of winter on her tongue and the warmth of summer in between. Carefree and independent with a tight grip on my hips.
What will he look like. The one I'm marrying. Will he be tall. Will he be short. What color eyes will he have. How old will we be when we get married to each other. I have many questions.