. A sort of fairy tale.
You know those loves to bedtime, in which the beautiful princess was always saved from the fascinating prince from the long golden mane?
You know the happiness that fills almost unreal every word of those stories where the prince, riding his horse, come back every day from his princess?
Well, something like that.
Even if my horse is a yellow and blue airplane.
Arrival, my princess isdita.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Metal Plated Good Airsoft Guns
mikael_elric @ 2008-04-21T00: 47:00
We often remain tangled. A little 'as the hair in the morning - the day before if they were sprinkled with pounds and pounds of foam, but not so good to smell nice day. A little 'as the threads of the sweater the bracelet - that gift, that item now consumed, that little plot that was his first and now yours, and still seems to carry his smell, his warmth, his light on your arm. A little 'how many times your fingers crossed they can find in the dark, without even seek to mute voices, without a mistake - like the lips, three in the morning, black ingrombante the room (she and her vice to lower the blinds, as if the pitch of the night gave the discomfort to the eyes - but what is not important) know perfectly well how to meet - will be used to it, or magnetizing force that takes you to always have his heat against.
you remained muddled. Bad.
But you like. Oh, if you like.
's so reassuring to feel a little thread of red wool in a huge ball of pink candy. Sure, a little 'out of your habitat, but you know you are surrounded, and you like.
His warmth gives you security - her belly always, always, always hot, her skin so smooth by surprise every time he touched it, her sweetness so boundless that you wonder Wao, because she's with me?
tangled, knotted at her now, like two small wires, which node will never be dissolved. Never ever ever ever.
We often remain tangled. A little 'as the hair in the morning - the day before if they were sprinkled with pounds and pounds of foam, but not so good to smell nice day. A little 'as the threads of the sweater the bracelet - that gift, that item now consumed, that little plot that was his first and now yours, and still seems to carry his smell, his warmth, his light on your arm. A little 'how many times your fingers crossed they can find in the dark, without even seek to mute voices, without a mistake - like the lips, three in the morning, black ingrombante the room (she and her vice to lower the blinds, as if the pitch of the night gave the discomfort to the eyes - but what is not important) know perfectly well how to meet - will be used to it, or magnetizing force that takes you to always have his heat against.
you remained muddled. Bad.
But you like. Oh, if you like.
's so reassuring to feel a little thread of red wool in a huge ball of pink candy. Sure, a little 'out of your habitat, but you know you are surrounded, and you like.
His warmth gives you security - her belly always, always, always hot, her skin so smooth by surprise every time he touched it, her sweetness so boundless that you wonder Wao, because she's with me?
tangled, knotted at her now, like two small wires, which node will never be dissolved. Never ever ever ever.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
What Is The Rarest Littlest Pet Shop
. To you, as usual.
Times are hard Times have changed Do not you say
But I keep holding on to you
It's hard to keep the faith alive day to day
Leaning on the strength I've found in you
You're the hope of all the Earth
You are my hope
You are my strength
You're everything
Everything I need
You are my hope
You are my life
You are my hope
You are my hope
Far beyond what I can see or comprehend
Etching your eternity in me
Nations stream and angels sing, "Jesus reigns"
And every knee bows down
You're the hope of all the Earth
You are my hope
You are my strength
You're everything
Everything I need
You are my hope
You are my life
You are my hope
You are my hope
Carry on and I sing of how You love
and I love you now
All the times That I start to sink You
as
and you rescue me You are my hope You are my hope
Times are hard Times have changed Do not you say
But I keep holding on to you
It's hard to keep the faith alive day to day
Leaning on the strength I've found in you
You're the hope of all the Earth
You are my hope
You are my strength
You're everything
Everything I need
You are my hope
You are my life
You are my hope
You are my hope
Far beyond what I can see or comprehend
Etching your eternity in me
Nations stream and angels sing, "Jesus reigns"
And every knee bows down
You're the hope of all the Earth
You are my hope
You are my strength
You're everything
Everything I need
You are my hope
You are my life
You are my hope
You are my hope
Carry on and I sing of how You love
and I love you now
All the times That I start to sink You
as
and you rescue me You are my hope You are my hope
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