you confuse yourself

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(Editor: the wandering knife)
trance,beats by dre, suddenly felt all through as Zhen Si magic, like a dream, sitting in the shadow of the clouds, can not touch the real you.

years had passed like water, could not grasp every true today, but it all went suddenly felt like yesterday, vividly remembered.

been lost;. . . One cycle of the collision, who is in disarray,dre beats, who is right.

not want to care, just treat it as one encounters in life, no matter how much pain,tods shoes, suffering, for when life is kind of weird smells in the taste, but also a necessary supplement.

is a beautiful and memorable. A long time, it will filter all the not nice, by the years of screen, screen to the long history of years and then as the years of the river basin, to flee. Shen stay is long-lasting fragrance.

those passing through, those who came to accompany his or pleasure,tods, or pain, or brilliant, or sadly, he, he, he, divided road, raised his darts after the one became the heart can not erase landscape, often memorable, there will be more or less bitter the taste.

now rings have been old, but still bright Yung Yen, you confuse yourself,tods men, but also confused people around.

how much you say you love, but this is who, who, who?

your man too much, but this is not your fault,beats by dre, you just have a charming appearance than others, your life from rough than the others.

true that you do not want one for life, come from the young and old age, and sympathetic, Heart matched.

love is beautiful, and it is your dream. Can in this life, your life torn to pieces by whom, since no longer complete?

you're tired, pain, piercing pain that only copies, you can not save.

Now you and love, how deep this love can be more true, you say that is not clear.

he like you, have gone through too much emotional winter. Today, he lingered in the emotional crossroads, is a pain I do not know why.

Life is suffering, love is suffering the stone, the more hard and more painful.

you really want to hug him tightly, and then poured all his love. The reality is how far, far too let you in his arms, and my heart is shouting the names of others. And he, holding you, eyes full of empty loneliness.

so helpless love a good tired, so the attachment can be with each other and could not bear.

How? How?

to Heaven, as to let them meet each other, why the wreckage after the scheduled broken?




Exposed women trick men cheat

a scattered

no matter how much wind and rain


We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.