hally362 @ 2010-09-18T21: 46:00
It's so hard to know That she's letting go.
So What Should I do ...?
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
How To Make Labia Stretching
From now
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Constance, Cona lemon, mona: are all the same person.
Speaking of me, I have just under two decades en el planeta; ja, no me gusta decir mi edad, es decir a una dama eso no se le pregunta. Ya ok...casi 18
Acuariana en todos los aspectos, aunque debo mencionar que no creo en el horóscopo – ¿contradicción?-
Obsesiva, vanidosa, rencorosa, ególatra como último recurso, sufro de una insoslayable adicción a la nicotina, moriré de cáncer, o eso al menos es lo más probable-
Leo TODO lo que llega a mis manos, desde el contenido nutricional de las ramitas, hasta libros de gran extensión; por el momento he descubierto un gran amor por Isaac Asimov and all his works - Oh, my God in Science Fiction-
feel an anomalous fascination with the gray days and very cold, if possible including Bi proportions showers , lic. I enjoy: walking while listening to loud music, Black, Death, Thrash, do you know? , Observe nature and small animals as possible without intervention.
I'm too polite for my taste but too sparse for others, those who know me know that I am thoroughly - a heartless bitch - a good woman.
I have serious problems interacting with women, considering the latter is not hard to imagine that most of my comrades have a Y in its deoxyribonucleic acid.
I enjoy learning new things, I'm a sappy who likes to study and never get tired of it, but be merciful and do not ask me to come over
much, but I do not usually show my drawings to anyone, it would be like kicked in the groin that despise my children ~
write "? quite lupinesco realize at this point right?.
I have a habit of naming inanimate objects like my toys or my plant Mars Andrade, dammit sometimes you can feel a little lonely.
I am what you call an asexual and good, to disambiguate query personally.
I am not naive, I am very suspicious of everyone around me gain my confidence is quite a feat Homer.
love my parent and I admire more than anyone else, I think that is one of the few things that I have never doubted.
FOME with all that implies, I'm not telling jokes or throwing good size, cost to file a conversacióny I definitely do not I have a great sense of humor, I usually laugh at most things that are unpleasant or incomprehensible and rarely laugh at the same as the common denominator latter is a real curse. Slasher
root tip, I could list several pairings.
hear the sweet metal from about 13 years old, of course nothing to do with what I have today on the phone; metalera is not even a shadow of who I am. Indeed
What would the world be without classical music?
If you start talking about things that I hate, oh good it would be a rather more extensive because I think I'ma little bit bitter, summarize a few points: People mediocre
Sucks, misspellings - I also commit But I scourge as it should when I realize it;) -, kleptomania, mythomaniacs - with a large emphasis, favoritism, beasts, people too mellow and all those people who are pure blabla and truth when fleeing the fire.
Anyway, after this little homily in honor of demigod I am, I welcome you to my little mortal universe, I hope you enjoy your stay.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I Can Stand Flat Footed And Touch The Rim
Meianoite Fanfic: The path of no return (FMA)
-Fin-
Title: The path of no return
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Scar.
Note: Action located after what happens in volume 15, something like after the war Ishbal.
Disclaimer: Neither Scar, Full Metal Alchemist not belong to me, if you are by Hiromu Arakawa
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Scar.
Note: Action located after what happens in volume 15, something like after the war Ishbal.
Disclaimer: Neither Scar, Full Metal Alchemist not belong to me, if you are by Hiromu Arakawa
By day I wandered aimlessly, almost no had the strength to stand. I could not anymore, so he fell and crawled to get under a tree.
For the first time he was hungry, had not eaten in days. He had lost track of time since he started walking. Began to notice as he ached all over, some had open wounds began to bleed. Is under the bandage as he could.
breathing hard, he felt faint. Her eyes slowly closed.
At that time he realized that the landscape had changed since the road was not where he had been walking. The green fields surrounding it had disappeared. Everything went dry, the orange color of the desert. In the background I could see some buildings that were familiar. Was Ishbal.
The city was intact, as if it had never been a war, still had the feeling of being in a ghost town. Wandered the streets, thinking that maybe their family was safe and that everything would have been a bad dream. He arrived in a small building, undoubtedly was the home of his parents. He stood a moment before entering, as if hesitating.
For the first time he was hungry, had not eaten in days. He had lost track of time since he started walking. Began to notice as he ached all over, some had open wounds began to bleed. Is under the bandage as he could.
breathing hard, he felt faint. Her eyes slowly closed.
At that time he realized that the landscape had changed since the road was not where he had been walking. The green fields surrounding it had disappeared. Everything went dry, the orange color of the desert. In the background I could see some buildings that were familiar. Was Ishbal.
The city was intact, as if it had never been a war, still had the feeling of being in a ghost town. Wandered the streets, thinking that maybe their family was safe and that everything would have been a bad dream. He arrived in a small building, undoubtedly was the home of his parents. He stood a moment before entering, as if hesitating.
- Brother? - Asked as he entered. Just
was light in the room, which had seeped through the open door. Not seem to have been someone there in a long time, but the books and notebooks were messy on the floor indicated that they were there before you went in a hurry. Looked at some of the leaves, immediately recognized the handwriting of his brother. She thought it would be vivo.
left the house and walked the streets calling his brother and their parents, but found none. Began to despair when I get to a point in the city that he vaguely remembered. It was an old building where the young monks instruíaa recalled that this was where they met that accursed national alchemist. But there was nobody there. I could not believe he had lost his family again. Desperate, he collapsed clutching at his face as he gasped.
suddenly woke up, realized that continuaba debajo del árbol en el que se había dejado caer. Estaba anocheciendo y empezaba refrescar, pero él yacía empapado en sudor. Ahora sí, lanzó un grito de dolor.
A duras penas consiguió ponerse de pie, pero a la vez se sentía como si algo volviera a darle fuerzas. Recordó por que seguía con vida, haría pagar con sangre todo lo que los alquimistas habían hecho a su pueblo y a su familia.
Finalmente, continuó la marcha hacia ninguna parte en busca de un destino que acababa de trazar.
was light in the room, which had seeped through the open door. Not seem to have been someone there in a long time, but the books and notebooks were messy on the floor indicated that they were there before you went in a hurry. Looked at some of the leaves, immediately recognized the handwriting of his brother. She thought it would be vivo.
left the house and walked the streets calling his brother and their parents, but found none. Began to despair when I get to a point in the city that he vaguely remembered. It was an old building where the young monks instruíaa recalled that this was where they met that accursed national alchemist. But there was nobody there. I could not believe he had lost his family again. Desperate, he collapsed clutching at his face as he gasped.
suddenly woke up, realized that continuaba debajo del árbol en el que se había dejado caer. Estaba anocheciendo y empezaba refrescar, pero él yacía empapado en sudor. Ahora sí, lanzó un grito de dolor.
A duras penas consiguió ponerse de pie, pero a la vez se sentía como si algo volviera a darle fuerzas. Recordó por que seguía con vida, haría pagar con sangre todo lo que los alquimistas habían hecho a su pueblo y a su familia.
Finalmente, continuó la marcha hacia ninguna parte en busca de un destino que acababa de trazar.
-Fin-
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Digital Art Pad For Sale
hally362 @ 2010-09-01T23: 25:00
I have three free hours every day. Monday through Friday. THREE
. HOURS.
And yet I'm thinking too much. Damn
schedules Language Center. I could have studied Italian and effortlessly block me too ...
PD: I was thinking about putting something on FF.net that I will not write much anymore. But I'll stop. I can not sleep with such writing.
I have three free hours every day. Monday through Friday. THREE
. HOURS.
And yet I'm thinking too much. Damn
schedules Language Center. I could have studied Italian and effortlessly block me too ...
PD: I was thinking about putting something on FF.net that I will not write much anymore. But I'll stop. I can not sleep with such writing.
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