kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-29T03:43:00
not know why something you said goodbye is not gone.
you still feel too much in me, too.
still need you, your essence is still me and I'm per tooth, still love you too.
are the worst expectations. The pain, masochism, time does not stop and the feeling lingers on and on.
How Will Turner. How Severus Snape.
to how Davy Jones.
"This has always been yours"
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
How Phased Array Antenna Works
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-25T23:19:00
seems silly that I really miss the train to be in love with that character.
Now fuck me, yes. But hey, it's one too many, though it seemed worthwhile.
I'm an idiot and asshole.
I'm afraid to be. A desperate. I'm afraid to lose trains. Damn, sorry for not make the case at the time, now it's late, Lórien elf.
No, not my brother elf, he is different.
By the way, I hope some diaa He , although this will double, that is missing a unique opportunity in your life ...
seems silly that I really miss the train to be in love with that character.
Now fuck me, yes. But hey, it's one too many, though it seemed worthwhile.
I'm an idiot and asshole.
I'm afraid to be. A desperate. I'm afraid to lose trains. Damn, sorry for not make the case at the time, now it's late, Lórien elf.
No, not my brother elf, he is different.
By the way, I hope some diaa He , although this will double, that is missing a unique opportunity in your life ...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Catchy Slogans For Eating Healthy
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-24T16:50:00
What a coincidence, a year ago today as Muse.
What a coincidence, a year ago today as Muse.
Firsttime Auditions.com
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-24T16:49:00
I do not know what is happening.
not want to do anything, life is empty, no meeting inspiration and motivation at all. I can not do anything. In my walks
pain, screaming, crying. Ceaseless spinning in my heart, stirred, bored, how the undead roam, wander inside of me, look out, and again going around in circles, how invisible air like fog for my soul.
I make you free, I want to go. I want to leave. But there still, my demons, my fogs.
I want to go, you must leave. Is how to keep a corpse of spirit within. How to share my body my heart asleep with that new has been brewing. I have hardly
hungry, I just want to sleep, and read. And spending hours and hours doing nothing in particular.
fear with all my being or what it is to have lost what I characterized, so proud of what I felt. Where are you inspiration, details? Where is you, dear innocence? Could it be that you've died? Why do not you ...
The first days were full state shock. He could have died on that train and would have stayed the same. I lived a unique experience and was not able to relayed. I feel how something wet, tasteless, something that has no essence. Until I wanted word, my words start to fade, fall apart, and go with the wind, preventing me from expressing myself fully as I could ever do. Pain, pain. Choking, This is unbearable. Wanting to mourn and no power, kept inside all this pain, weight. Is how a relentless curse you want to go out and do not know how. Because this heart is so broken, I have been abused While it has become dry, cold, hard, its bark is becoming thicker, increasingly dry, hard ... And the pain persists. The pain is still inside.
Sadness. Nice word, bitter taste. It's desperate attempt to show that do not exist. My mask has become a strange smile that hides you. But there you are, by filling my space with your presecia, tearing my hopes, Shell.
I do not know what I have left, if you know how stupid vovleríaa fall.
But this is becoming something horrible.
Outside the usual look but something inside me is dying. Something blackened inside, is covered with fog. Increasingly less afraid of death.
And I'm more strict with the air, taut strings of my relationships. I become a being who plays, that swings and sways with what already is known. With the immature and the known. With the bitch that everyone will experience the same thing.
I am sad, I'm fatal. I want to be happy but I can not. The happiness of my face is a mask that has formed just because my soul is tired to mourn. And now my tears are saved inside me. And I do not know
out, and caught the hand of the horrible cries that consume me. And everything is balanced and all are wrong. And I try, and willing to be fine, but I carry the load.
The first days I was able to listen to metal, some music that encouraged me. But I kept plugging my smile that no one really sees blackness. And the anguish in me is killing me. I do not want to eat, which is adelganzando, which constantly from leaking my gestures and facial expressions showing the face of the sadness that now houses my body. Damn, please, get out and I can not more ...
I can only listen music expresses me now. Music of black fog. The first few days even heard Rufus Wainwright. Thought I had better. Not that I get along, that my pain is hidden in the folds of my mind, if that is me.
I even got to listen to the soundtrack of Harry Potter. I can only swim between the vaporous instrumentals and ethereal melodies of magic and pain expressed in his beautiful way of hearing. Queiro
out of here. I want out of here. I want out of here ..
wanted
out, even if it seems someone else, I am the only one I know is the black one I have now with me, who am I really the qu lies between the animation and laughter.
CHOKING ME.
pain corazóny imprison me the challenge, I can Otar physically. And s'si this has to go or is it something that "is" there, and much will continue to cry.
Javi, you've started this, but in reality, it always comes ...
No, it has been for Harvey, he has only been one piece .. Nucna
I do not know what is happening.
not want to do anything, life is empty, no meeting inspiration and motivation at all. I can not do anything. In my walks
pain, screaming, crying. Ceaseless spinning in my heart, stirred, bored, how the undead roam, wander inside of me, look out, and again going around in circles, how invisible air like fog for my soul.
I make you free, I want to go. I want to leave. But there still, my demons, my fogs.
I want to go, you must leave. Is how to keep a corpse of spirit within. How to share my body my heart asleep with that new has been brewing. I have hardly
hungry, I just want to sleep, and read. And spending hours and hours doing nothing in particular.
fear with all my being or what it is to have lost what I characterized, so proud of what I felt. Where are you inspiration, details? Where is you, dear innocence? Could it be that you've died? Why do not you ...
The first days were full state shock. He could have died on that train and would have stayed the same. I lived a unique experience and was not able to relayed. I feel how something wet, tasteless, something that has no essence. Until I wanted word, my words start to fade, fall apart, and go with the wind, preventing me from expressing myself fully as I could ever do. Pain, pain. Choking, This is unbearable. Wanting to mourn and no power, kept inside all this pain, weight. Is how a relentless curse you want to go out and do not know how. Because this heart is so broken, I have been abused While it has become dry, cold, hard, its bark is becoming thicker, increasingly dry, hard ... And the pain persists. The pain is still inside.
Sadness. Nice word, bitter taste. It's desperate attempt to show that do not exist. My mask has become a strange smile that hides you. But there you are, by filling my space with your presecia, tearing my hopes, Shell.
I do not know what I have left, if you know how stupid vovleríaa fall.
But this is becoming something horrible.
Outside the usual look but something inside me is dying. Something blackened inside, is covered with fog. Increasingly less afraid of death.
And I'm more strict with the air, taut strings of my relationships. I become a being who plays, that swings and sways with what already is known. With the immature and the known. With the bitch that everyone will experience the same thing.
I am sad, I'm fatal. I want to be happy but I can not. The happiness of my face is a mask that has formed just because my soul is tired to mourn. And now my tears are saved inside me. And I do not know
out, and caught the hand of the horrible cries that consume me. And everything is balanced and all are wrong. And I try, and willing to be fine, but I carry the load.
The first days I was able to listen to metal, some music that encouraged me. But I kept plugging my smile that no one really sees blackness. And the anguish in me is killing me. I do not want to eat, which is adelganzando, which constantly from leaking my gestures and facial expressions showing the face of the sadness that now houses my body. Damn, please, get out and I can not more ...
I can only listen music expresses me now. Music of black fog. The first few days even heard Rufus Wainwright. Thought I had better. Not that I get along, that my pain is hidden in the folds of my mind, if that is me.
I even got to listen to the soundtrack of Harry Potter. I can only swim between the vaporous instrumentals and ethereal melodies of magic and pain expressed in his beautiful way of hearing. Queiro
out of here. I want out of here. I want out of here ..
wanted
out, even if it seems someone else, I am the only one I know is the black one I have now with me, who am I really the qu lies between the animation and laughter.
CHOKING ME.
pain corazóny imprison me the challenge, I can Otar physically. And s'si this has to go or is it something that "is" there, and much will continue to cry.
Javi, you've started this, but in reality, it always comes ...
No, it has been for Harvey, he has only been one piece .. Nucna
Friday, November 19, 2010
Charles Worthington Tak
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-20T01:55:00
I have a birthday in my family it incurs. Neither we four . For that I am forever bound to them two and myself, is very sad.
couples do not want, yet I regret everything. Supngoo it will be at Javi.
But it's sad and fucked up that the only time I met someone on my birthday or remember me. The other
or congratulated me, damn stupid brat.
No, those do not come to me.
And you have to stop thinking about what he deserves because every time I have more clear that the world is unfair, and what you play and play. And I will not lucky to have him say it.
All a day can be and to be finished. And I do not care that they deserve it or not. None of them porq l todosme oacaba doing and disappointed at the end. It is sad to lose or hide my gift, but give it more sad is disgusting creatures who do not deserve. Please
I have a birthday in my family it incurs. Neither we four . For that I am forever bound to them two and myself, is very sad.
couples do not want, yet I regret everything. Supngoo it will be at Javi.
But it's sad and fucked up that the only time I met someone on my birthday or remember me. The other
or congratulated me, damn stupid brat.
No, those do not come to me.
And you have to stop thinking about what he deserves because every time I have more clear that the world is unfair, and what you play and play. And I will not lucky to have him say it.
All a day can be and to be finished. And I do not care that they deserve it or not. None of them porq l todosme oacaba doing and disappointed at the end. It is sad to lose or hide my gift, but give it more sad is disgusting creatures who do not deserve. Please
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Worcester Bosch 24i Diagram
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-16T13:56:00
MATURE. You need it. Both go to your ball, be so irresponsible, I do not care what you say and fall you do not realize that there should be. You're a good person but you do too much damage without realizing it, because you are very young, my god.
not you realize how are you? Well
MATURE. You need it. Both go to your ball, be so irresponsible, I do not care what you say and fall you do not realize that there should be. You're a good person but you do too much damage without realizing it, because you are very young, my god.
not you realize how are you? Well
Friday, November 12, 2010
Rubbermaid Roughneck 37 Gallon
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-13T04:13:00
Case settled. Now you know you I go back, now I know everything.
But your "sorry" has been a vacuum "..."
Anyway. Supnoo although I must say it does not want to face it: Javier Arenas
Goodbye.
Case settled. Now you know you I go back, now I know everything.
But your "sorry" has been a vacuum "..."
Anyway. Supnoo although I must say it does not want to face it: Javier Arenas
Goodbye.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
How To Congratulate Someone On Birthday
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-11T09:25:00
Believe me, I'm the first to fuck you. But since we know in this area have never been happy and you know it. You have anyone you want and why, like it or not and even if you do not like, unconscious, you see otherwise. And do not think I can change, and my daughter, it really hurts sometimes feel that I am the fool of the two, which always lags behind something. If I say that will change you do not believe. I love you very much and if I go to tell you these things is because I value our friendship more than a discusióny msn, but felt really bad shit, not you who should be picking. I have also been very bad.
Believe me, I'm the first to fuck you. But since we know in this area have never been happy and you know it. You have anyone you want and why, like it or not and even if you do not like, unconscious, you see otherwise. And do not think I can change, and my daughter, it really hurts sometimes feel that I am the fool of the two, which always lags behind something. If I say that will change you do not believe. I love you very much and if I go to tell you these things is because I value our friendship more than a discusióny msn, but felt really bad shit, not you who should be picking. I have also been very bad.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Kitten Has Upper Respiratory Infection
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-04T12:43:00
Go away to hell.
not want to hear from you.
you asshole and I'm tired of your childish and your arrogance.
What do you think better than anyone?
god, look at yourself, you need more life into the veins that color to a rock.
to see when you already that at this rate you'll be more than just one.
If we hold your pride is that you're part of us all, but more than a wafer you should fall, to see if espavilas once and leave you so bad to you how well it gives you you leave to others.
moron, asshole.
OR THAT IS WHAT TAKES YOUR WRITTEN fucking mask.
Go away to hell.
not want to hear from you.
you asshole and I'm tired of your childish and your arrogance.
What do you think better than anyone?
god, look at yourself, you need more life into the veins that color to a rock.
to see when you already that at this rate you'll be more than just one.
If we hold your pride is that you're part of us all, but more than a wafer you should fall, to see if espavilas once and leave you so bad to you how well it gives you you leave to others.
moron, asshole.
OR THAT IS WHAT TAKES YOUR WRITTEN fucking mask.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tarsiva In The Philippines
kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-02T21:00:00
I do not know anymore ..
now I am very enraged with you now.
I've been about to unsubscribe from the friends who always come in the Face.
And why am I so?
For I'm losing the little feeling that I have for you. Why is fading. Why do you only what you load.
Why do not you want me, I hate porq. I hated and I'm loving you so much hating everything I could reach you want. Why do not you love how before. Because I no longer love you.
Because I love you too much and are too important to erase from my life or treat you differently. And still you remain special after all is something that is going to end soon ... that I can not more.
who still think of yourself, make you smile, total para qué?
Ni te das cuenta, ni lo agradeces, y sigues siendo tan arrogante y borde como siempre. Cómo ostias quiero, pretendo, ser yo querida por alguien cómo tú?
Ni aunque se intentara saldría bien. Y es ya un cúmulo de más de un año.
Cuántas veces habré vuelto a casa rayada y triste por tu comportamiento y actitud conmigo?
Es fácil compararlo con las veces que he llegado alegre, ya que nunca lo he hecho.
Y aún dentro mío te quiero, y por eso me siento así. Cabreada pero con want to give you even a chance of all that I have given during this Anoy average 18 months cast by a person who has never given me anything. Let everything that has been little things I get from others without asking anything in return and in greater quantity.
do not know why I had to fix on you, I really do not know. You're just a shadow, the illusion of something unreal and real everything is saved and hidden away as if not present, how does not exist. As far as yours, who knows. Maybe even you know what feel, if you feel something, because after these 18 months has been able to show your heart at least once, if only as insanely jealous. What? If I am not yours I'm not anyone, right?
No flips.
If you are not able to do absolutely nothing for me, for us, ari tires. I'm exhausted, tired and really do not know the desire I have to definitely forget you, with your disappointments and your attacks have been declining to base my sense of Ostia.
is short, very little. And I do not know what I have wanted since the end of this martyrdom.
Why is a life without you. Without love. No go back all the time fulfilling your wishes and making you happy for no reason without expecting anything in return more than words edges and abuse. There is something more after your humiliation, your "Oh do not touch me" your ways I will depart when a hug or a minimal show of affection. There are more world after you. After your ups and downs, you bipolarity, that one day you'll be by my side and the other does not want to touch you.
Well I'm sick. You and your unconsciousness, your indecision, your stupid, bratty, nonsense, your Borderías, your separation, your jealousy, your vagueza, your NO-fight, not to nothing if you really want to be with me, your games, EVERYTHING YOU WRAP in this field.
I'm tired to hold back. This more than a feeling is a torture, fuck.
That has long been trying to forget everything that I feel and not with people who could give me all you got. For that magic and the heat created you inside me. And is that even small opportunities to give you that leave you no matter to me precisely. I do not answer even the edge, you do not look bad, no blabla .. that somewhere in me I love you and I could not think of losing my life. Although frankly I do not contribute much. In fact you are a person I least contribute.
What have I brought me to you and what you to me?
If only you gave me torture and a figure to which to devote beautiful poems. A figure that will not know why, why things feel so great as to be unable to think in another person. Feel many things, but living none. Why not live to be with someone and, fuck, fucking IMAGINE situations. No, that's really sad. For about two or three looks jsutifican not feeling more than a year.
I love you, however, I have given keys, free keys, unique opportunities in life to smile, if all you've done for you was for your sake. Who calls you and tells when nobody else does? "Who thinks you always come for you? Who acompañaa sites where you want or need to go? Who made you to see Muse? "Who gave you sweatshirts and pins of your favorite bands for your birthday? Why, if we do not remember, I looked and I both bought them. Who told you I love you, fuck? Who told you I love you a thousand times in silence and three in reality, still no answer? Who will do more for you than I have done? Who has forgiven all your mistakes with me, every day? Who does not confront you because they do not want to discuss with someone who appreciates above all else? ... WHO?!
Who did you want to party, who does that leave, in fact. Who concerts to share that otherwise would go alone. Who is there to listen when NOBODY else does. You trust both? Who is
enduring Nonoy you have the day you come, and then be dry edge to the next Diaye still resist?
With whom you share so many unique moments, with whom .. who would look into those bright-eyed wolf night? WHAT WOULD YOUR LIFE WITHOUT ME, JAVIER? FUCK
.
If, however much more I can say, is always the same. You did not do nor do anything for me. And I've killed a hundred times just for you to come see you, to make out, to encourage you to accompany you to sites to make your day, everything I did was always to make you smile . To make you happy, and you've never noticed. Total
to you that I am only friend who has neither the ESO. No? XD
The day you come, I'll go, Javi ... And I think that not going to hurt me so much how I thought. Why yes, it has been a long time, but also I had a hard time, and this is an example of what it would be you, and sicneramente I do not want it. I do not want such life.
Above are the dog in the manger. Neither you nor without you. When I was entirely yours, you played, you swing. When it was not a sack and picabas you hated the guy in question. Then you are happy for us to quit, but you're just still and do nothing. What the hell goes towards your head Javi? Seriously.
the other day came, and I felt you. I felt nothing, and I smelled your scent so much I have always liked. No I felt nothing. Just your slightest touch and grateful that I have PUTAS COUNTED TWICE.
Your eyes ... those looks that both have said over the last 18 months ... sometimes change, sometimes not are ... My God, you suck.
This is horrible. And all I want is to take away this thorn, it all of course, know everything and forget the fuck out of you.
I had to get over it sometimes. There was a time when he could not hear The Days of Grays that reminded me of you and hurt the soul.
Always, In The Dark .. combines sometimes hurt, you know?
is the ostia.
I hate you for loving you so. You're the person I most wanted. And you're ungrateful. I do not expect me back all that I have given you no longer expect anything from you.
I still ... I feel that I keep things loose. Things I've done for you and do not even remember how many already have been.
And that the best times you have been moments of friction of hands, eyes ... which later became memories, scratches, tears and pain. Beautiful, yes, but ultimately unrealistic after all. Since this is a incertuidumbre and sometimes pathetic. Olé
you, and thank you very much for all this, Javier Arenas.
I do not know anymore ..
now I am very enraged with you now.
I've been about to unsubscribe from the friends who always come in the Face.
And why am I so?
For I'm losing the little feeling that I have for you. Why is fading. Why do you only what you load.
Why do not you want me, I hate porq. I hated and I'm loving you so much hating everything I could reach you want. Why do not you love how before. Because I no longer love you.
Because I love you too much and are too important to erase from my life or treat you differently. And still you remain special after all is something that is going to end soon ... that I can not more.
who still think of yourself, make you smile, total para qué?
Ni te das cuenta, ni lo agradeces, y sigues siendo tan arrogante y borde como siempre. Cómo ostias quiero, pretendo, ser yo querida por alguien cómo tú?
Ni aunque se intentara saldría bien. Y es ya un cúmulo de más de un año.
Cuántas veces habré vuelto a casa rayada y triste por tu comportamiento y actitud conmigo?
Es fácil compararlo con las veces que he llegado alegre, ya que nunca lo he hecho.
Y aún dentro mío te quiero, y por eso me siento así. Cabreada pero con want to give you even a chance of all that I have given during this Anoy average 18 months cast by a person who has never given me anything. Let everything that has been little things I get from others without asking anything in return and in greater quantity.
do not know why I had to fix on you, I really do not know. You're just a shadow, the illusion of something unreal and real everything is saved and hidden away as if not present, how does not exist. As far as yours, who knows. Maybe even you know what feel, if you feel something, because after these 18 months has been able to show your heart at least once, if only as insanely jealous. What? If I am not yours I'm not anyone, right?
No flips.
If you are not able to do absolutely nothing for me, for us, ari tires. I'm exhausted, tired and really do not know the desire I have to definitely forget you, with your disappointments and your attacks have been declining to base my sense of Ostia.
is short, very little. And I do not know what I have wanted since the end of this martyrdom.
Why is a life without you. Without love. No go back all the time fulfilling your wishes and making you happy for no reason without expecting anything in return more than words edges and abuse. There is something more after your humiliation, your "Oh do not touch me" your ways I will depart when a hug or a minimal show of affection. There are more world after you. After your ups and downs, you bipolarity, that one day you'll be by my side and the other does not want to touch you.
Well I'm sick. You and your unconsciousness, your indecision, your stupid, bratty, nonsense, your Borderías, your separation, your jealousy, your vagueza, your NO-fight, not to nothing if you really want to be with me, your games, EVERYTHING YOU WRAP in this field.
I'm tired to hold back. This more than a feeling is a torture, fuck.
That has long been trying to forget everything that I feel and not with people who could give me all you got. For that magic and the heat created you inside me. And is that even small opportunities to give you that leave you no matter to me precisely. I do not answer even the edge, you do not look bad, no blabla .. that somewhere in me I love you and I could not think of losing my life. Although frankly I do not contribute much. In fact you are a person I least contribute.
What have I brought me to you and what you to me?
If only you gave me torture and a figure to which to devote beautiful poems. A figure that will not know why, why things feel so great as to be unable to think in another person. Feel many things, but living none. Why not live to be with someone and, fuck, fucking IMAGINE situations. No, that's really sad. For about two or three looks jsutifican not feeling more than a year.
I love you, however, I have given keys, free keys, unique opportunities in life to smile, if all you've done for you was for your sake. Who calls you and tells when nobody else does? "Who thinks you always come for you? Who acompañaa sites where you want or need to go? Who made you to see Muse? "Who gave you sweatshirts and pins of your favorite bands for your birthday? Why, if we do not remember, I looked and I both bought them. Who told you I love you, fuck? Who told you I love you a thousand times in silence and three in reality, still no answer? Who will do more for you than I have done? Who has forgiven all your mistakes with me, every day? Who does not confront you because they do not want to discuss with someone who appreciates above all else? ... WHO?!
Who did you want to party, who does that leave, in fact. Who concerts to share that otherwise would go alone. Who is there to listen when NOBODY else does. You trust both? Who is
enduring Nonoy you have the day you come, and then be dry edge to the next Diaye still resist?
With whom you share so many unique moments, with whom .. who would look into those bright-eyed wolf night? WHAT WOULD YOUR LIFE WITHOUT ME, JAVIER? FUCK
.
If, however much more I can say, is always the same. You did not do nor do anything for me. And I've killed a hundred times just for you to come see you, to make out, to encourage you to accompany you to sites to make your day, everything I did was always to make you smile . To make you happy, and you've never noticed. Total
to you that I am only friend who has neither the ESO. No? XD
The day you come, I'll go, Javi ... And I think that not going to hurt me so much how I thought. Why yes, it has been a long time, but also I had a hard time, and this is an example of what it would be you, and sicneramente I do not want it. I do not want such life.
Above are the dog in the manger. Neither you nor without you. When I was entirely yours, you played, you swing. When it was not a sack and picabas you hated the guy in question. Then you are happy for us to quit, but you're just still and do nothing. What the hell goes towards your head Javi? Seriously.
the other day came, and I felt you. I felt nothing, and I smelled your scent so much I have always liked. No I felt nothing. Just your slightest touch and grateful that I have PUTAS COUNTED TWICE.
Your eyes ... those looks that both have said over the last 18 months ... sometimes change, sometimes not are ... My God, you suck.
This is horrible. And all I want is to take away this thorn, it all of course, know everything and forget the fuck out of you.
I had to get over it sometimes. There was a time when he could not hear The Days of Grays that reminded me of you and hurt the soul.
Always, In The Dark .. combines sometimes hurt, you know?
is the ostia.
I hate you for loving you so. You're the person I most wanted. And you're ungrateful. I do not expect me back all that I have given you no longer expect anything from you.
I still ... I feel that I keep things loose. Things I've done for you and do not even remember how many already have been.
And that the best times you have been moments of friction of hands, eyes ... which later became memories, scratches, tears and pain. Beautiful, yes, but ultimately unrealistic after all. Since this is a incertuidumbre and sometimes pathetic. Olé
you, and thank you very much for all this, Javier Arenas.
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