still young in my time, write a love story chapter of life and death depend. It was about the reason is because the adolescent. I think so. Hero and heroine should be free and pleasing, ahead of sight. Of course, the road to experience love some thousands of miles of peregrination. Vows, the end of time. Finally: the heroine should be die, no moon night, the darkness is diffuse on the actor's face woodenly, no one saw the silent tears to flow down, so possibly moving some of it. But all remains to be seen.
entrance is in the time of time, very annoying to survive the kind of desperate-like atmosphere. But I am not anxious about myself, just trying to consumption of finished my homework mood and time, I can preserve my stamina to sleep, I can not jot a story about love, at the end of the day, it is still far away from me.
This manner that with a lot of free afternoon. And cute girls.
This does not affect him anything, so at intervals to melodrama filthy boys, lustful and insolent. a gathering, he saw the blue, pure, like a Himalayan snow lotus, smile when there is snow dissolving the savor ... ... br>
that suddenly buffet in the punch, a kind of woke up feeling the earth from the foot of the vanish of ... .... mouth flow Festival, claws, face complicated ... .... days there is a important turn of accidents, red for some reason parents died. completely different, the red birds not only lost their loved ones, and have lost to rely on, he is an only child. ordinary people do not want to have mediocre days, he resigned his safe job, empty-handed, living the dream in mandate to sell the txt, which of course is the reason difficulty. He underwent the pain, in short, all the suffering of orphans and dreamers. Of course this is not the most horrible, red is a learned person, but he alone, who had formerly vowed to never love him, the girls are a change of heart, neither is it what everyone is so heart 。
br> love flowing everywhere. the wealthy. ------- Love is forever to obtain the end.
I saw her wail, do not abandon the people it is ... ... '
incident, but is does not affect the festive atmosphere, even if the red was altogether disheartened, but free-style kind of happy. flowery Meijuan, Homecoming 。
large doses of chemical deputies to let her hair fall out. She prayed the medic not to let her hospitalization, she handed down the final entity in life, for the red. all, she died not to red change of heart, she married is nothing more than lies, dying male, were act the power lies, to get everybody to believe. She did not want to hurt the red for her life, she played extremely the character of cursed, lied to him, so that the red hate her,
GHD Leopard Grain, she looked down she could more and more the forgotten, for his lifetime of happiness ... ... flash,
turn on the lights, the empty turns, tears fell down this access. very moved. We believe we want to do, and for such a little rebellious and full of joy. SUNNY
formal boyfriend at that time, it is long-standing little dog love, but also the instructors after educate hours Huaxiao land. Sometimes also in the study-room Shangming slings and signals, SUNNY half his head down as usual, but every time I would see the face of sagging SUNNY ambiguous kind of cynical indifference. She did such a daring push given large encouragement to the chap, and involuntarily conduct in love with her.
This relationship can be compared while the public sense of the word when, SUNNY implicitly with him to reserve the distance, there is not many love, merely just love, SUNNY said. Her head down and low, slanting eyes, looked at somewhere, but I do not know where. Sunshine does not have focus, lighting naught.
it when I was happy. Doing teens game show hosts try to make their day, every minute in the wag, in retrospect, introspective. I have a general entreat to young boys, but there is a inconsistency, I know.
late at night, I sat in various aspects of society SUNNY fashionable small motel, is a strange name, not very strange, deliberately inflicted the way a trickster, like the nuns in prayer before bed deliberately squeeze a wink, or credible, but there are trouble the moment, cramped, and uneasy, but strong for calm. Dark false candles, and fewer expensive, primarily in poor taste to drink, in truth, not a romantic saxophone melody, SUNNY Moore in pumping smoke, smoke, get hair like the way her new fluffy, messy. We consult every word of love story. Audio rumpus Incomprehensible. Then I thought of love.
. SUNNY looked at me, flashing lights back, like rubbing the flint. This is what I had perceived, but I was silent. I think it is a long focus camera facing the crowd, suddenly the lens explicit, that human is you. I think I remember SUNNY by But shine dazzling lights of the streets, and I think that love, I love the so-called in the past, the future of love, the love of distant and unknown, they are focused on now,
GHD Red Butterfly 2011, yes.
outside my school was a rented house, a man. Does not turn on the lights, shutters fluttering in the air, is ghostly dance,
GHD Benefit Straighteners, moonlight lines, the reflection of its impalpable ... ... night in the surging waves tranquilize down, its rippling, gently tapping the boundless. I saw you, SUNNY in breathing, I saw you ... ...
night I woke up surprised to see the heaving of the moon, can not wait to straight into the eyes. SUNNY crease the walls is sitting in the shadow, the people are after hours liquefy in the moonlight like.
I often wake up at night, that gave me the accustomed of SUNNY, that night afterward I rarely watch her. There are many reasons for leaving her, her commitment to the pursuit of pleasure will not alteration. I smoke, that out of the jaws will quickly escape to the surrounding smoke reminds me SUNNY. She accidentally shirk me. I fair love, is not merry. I kept smoking. Photography of people, suddenly pointed at the focal length, and then refrigerate the picture ... ... all do not exist, emulated along another scenery, another diagram. She and I premier. Can never be the second period into the creeks.
I base my change, shrewd and there is no reason,
GHD IV Styling Set, in the water as the years went by, the kind of rapid I glance the light of the unknown world, but it immediately faded from outlook. Can not recollection and wait. More noise and more pacify.
Two years after, I met SEVEN.
2 years I drove a different form, doing different asset. I felt like I was walking in stupidity to know about getting to make the world, is still distant distant horizon, the landscape around already familiar. I do English tutor, but no option but disdain and despair, because there is no smokes in the formulas can be taught. I went to karaoke with bands, and even guest arrivals fool's disco, the young boy into a rumpus of a passing plane distress screens, the flow of people in the shuttle to and from drinking homemade cocktails in the beautiful. I just smile, playing with the palm of the glass, like a magic crystal pellet.
differ human came and went. I am wearing a black moat overcoat, like shell. There are many mysterious girl accelerated to mention that I am, this is where I belong, some traits of the constellation, phase writing predicament said. I laughed, late at night, I bind tightly a windbreaker.
day, the same stage to wed the rich girl is gone, replaced the SEVEN. Show me and her duet hokey love anthems. My eyes are full of her appearance, vulgar already has the popup anthems are just like the heart, came out entirely fluttering Sound of,
GHD Purple Butterfly 2011, I think. I know I fell into a relation morass, in front of her. I can not express her feelings, but think of the church on Sunday and down to earth fairy.
I also talk in the old story, for two years, each silhouette, each sentence I remember apparently, but I always thought they had a mystery no one knows. I think I was the first time I care about the sensibilities of others: working to write, finish it. God is merciful, SEVEN too. She turn the tide reversed the sequel. Resurrection of the dead flowers. But things never come easy fills, SEVEN explanation. She changed the destiny of the malicious, so the red and blue forever, forever together. In the well-being, specific avenue, forever and ever, SEVEN said.
SEVEN fertile, and our children.
we are too happy, and desperate to prop onto our happy time in the past, we are genuine, so every time the tools are disinclined to use coerce, it is a kind of blasphemy, we believe that . Adam and Eve in heaven. Look for a job I have done graduation, SEVEN too.
red and blue marrying, and we end the novel.
I should not so headstrong. SEVEN voice is empty columns, exercised, exercised, sob is corrosion, ahead the collapse.
husband and father, I think until immediately I have naught and some perseverance, I think of SEVEN days of hot low-cut clothe, each time I stop for her cover to reveal the shoulders and back.
SEVEN finally had the surgery, she was very emaciated, everyone said I was. We firmly nestled. We no longer look at each other, the eyes of the trembling burn in the wind is floating embers and smoke of the smoke.
mighty in the night and turned up, we are exhausted in the black. Very sleepy and fell resting. I woke up, the window was a touch of days, the light keen knife cut off the end of the night. My shoulder bare camel frost in the morn in the cold and the knife-like afflict, can not be blocked. Dark namely the sea by cheap tide, I was lonely, motionless, forsook in the wasteland. Thin gradually slipped out of the shadows, and I muse I have been floors of faded.
I open my eyes in the nightfall, the sky is cut people's visceral blood faint trace strands hanging from the sky to the floor, the cuckoo's braved the blood flow over the world, overwhelmed me. I eyeful of ruddy, tired of the entire body soaked in fishy, the skirmish and despair. I want to cry a name, but the body is full of vacant Ming sobbing, my head a crazy beast,
GHD Straighteners NZ, pharynx is dry desert. Her name no longer belongs to me.
sobbing matron sitting in bed, taken the trouble to tell her how many he loved and the man she lives with, how much he loved her. But we first met she would take the initiative and I go to bed. I can call her MARY, of course, can also be called Mimi whirring cushions Gululu. This is not essential to me.
I respond apt mechanical, invented to weep, and her inflame with hatred of this globe were smitten with the world's grievances.
to slumber, close your eyes that variety, is also the temptation to fall. I close my eyes, my center understanding approximately, and I no longer feel its presence. MARY by my side, looked on my chest, my hand around her, like a sweetheart. Timber acid changed hands, also slothful to retreat.
unconscious, but he kept hurrahing 'I want you! I want you to !'
MARY in Jianxiao, Red said: We coil over one distinct, the dark listen the sound of broken bulbs. I'm giving her hair with a comb
, the archaic words: 3 thousand strands of anxiety. But I have used to neat up the wreckage. Every daytime I dressed, packaged his voice in the crowd, come and go high-rise structures, and all the Red companions. I never do everything, frankly lost merry frolicking in the bedroom. I was no longer cry myself a boy. This is my only unfashionable point. I have not always aid but disburse tribute to the mausoleum of the marrow. I think I should go to church to pray the most, but not a confession, I have nothing to repent of. I use the skill and smart tactics to survive, the blind neatness, but had eyes, forever in this bring an end to ..., only black, the end of time, coming from the deep, drowned me.
Chen Hui sitting next to me, I concern very carefully with her one suitable distance apart. I accustomed to esteem and equivalence, I will never repeatedly casually the labels of other people swallow tolerate, mouth and casually send up the other, it is inappropriate to intimate. Hui-young, cute, has all the beautiful girls have all. This is the stereotyped, is hackneyed, but it is also the fact. She said I was alone eyes lonely star, Shen fall in the navel of nowhere, but now kas long asfalling in her heart sink. I frankly my quondam, but this made me extra deem that my choice, she said it was infrequent mugging, Touch of Evil people more beautiful, and she do I edge of surviving.
This is the art-loving girl common emphasis, I do not like, but blame. I no longer acquaint the story of my dust, I think it is age and suffocated customs, storage and annihilation in my idea. I think of your partner, if so, I must be good to her, cautiously protected. She bought a massive rose wreath, ignoring expensive, I can not take over the shriveled flower vases. Middle of the night promised her I no longer wade aimlessly, so effortless to grab cold. She wore my shirt to the balcony, the large moon, I have been asleep in mattress weary. Her twentieth birthday, we were thumping the candles on the cookie, her youth face filled with joy and satisfaction, happy birthday Y, I think I was soft for her to wear a beautiful pendant.
little, I alone, red, blue, dungeon begins with the necrosis of my flying over, I no longer beverage coffee and beer, but drink Remy Martin, alternatively whiskey. After the fireworks, that gorgeous night sky, leaving only endless gloom ... ...
PS: in every night, I saw the story of the red and blue, such as life, for nameless in the remote hereafter, waved to me. I can not await to catch up to be when it really turned look so curious. Ferocious with, let me scream in my nightmares again and again.
I have too long because namely pretty anecdote of unparalleled, in my life is quite hard to control their own stage in the most good. All the best in my eyes can, he saw me.
red, blue, and life.
to lead to what, I those messy days, before they can be when the fireworks exhibit, Nirvana luminous into eternal life?
cigarette in front of a burst of heavy air wizardry emanation, life? Day?
Red, blue , life, and other
@3air jordan good
Linear Mode
