Ce Jour La Semaine-Translation--T R A N S L A T I O N of Ce Jour La Semaine Derneire--Ce Jour La Semaine-Translation
That Day Last Week It made me wish that i could be a father and you a mother
I want to spend my time with you and cover you with kisses you make the rest of my world hazy with your eyes so soft
You are my shining star It is you that makes we awake you are like pure vanilla you make everything else petty
My 100 Yard Freestyle NarativeGO GO GO!!!! Faster Faster, KICK KICK!!! GO! It was all a background blur as I flip turned into the last lap of my 100-yard freestyle. I knew what my team-mates were screaming, but I could not hear them. I could feel the latex of the swim cap over my ears, blocking out all sound, and pulling the hairs on the back of my neck. I could feel the slippery friction of the water, trying to push me back. With my mind racing, muscles burning, and heart pumping battery acid, I hurtled into the finish, not feeling, hearing, or caring about anything except the big red LED lights on the timMy 100 Yard Freestyle Narative
Ce Jour La Semaine DerneireCe jour la semaine derniere Il m'a fait espere Que j'ai pu etre un pere Et vous, un mereCe Jour La Semaine Derneire
Je veux passer le temps avec vous Et couvrir vous avec les cachous Vous rendez le reste de mon monde flou Avec vos yeux si mou
Tu es mon etoile qui brille C'est vous qui me rend eveille Vous etes comme la pur vanille
Vous frendez tout semble peccadille
Do You Still Think About Me?You probably never knew how I really felt. The gossip that is so common among friends without doubt reached your ears at some point. You apparently felt the same way I did, as I heard from your friends that you liked me back. This whole charade of secrets and using friends as middlemen seems so childish. As all of the boys laugh and joke in the locker room about the girls on our team, I of course join in with the crude humor and jokes that everyone seems to find so funny. Inevitably, we reach the point in the conversation where we each reveal our opinions. It was a debate withiDo You Still Think About Me?
emotions with longer names“Why are you holding a camera?” Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names
“I don’t know,” replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren’t looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
“Talk to me,” he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
AcheEyelids half-closed in slumber, I sigh a barely audible murmur as careless strands of her strawberry hair tickle my shoulder blade. You would think that I’d be accustomed to this daily routine, but I always jump in surprise when she pecks at the nape of my neck with her kisses. Feeling the inside of her thigh curl around my waist, I turn around to embrace her, and thread my arms through hers.Ache
I greet her with a lazy grin as my eyelids flicker in adjustment to the morning light. Hey sleepyhead, she smiles. Searching her curious stare brings a new revelation with each passing view. The blind-filtered sunrays that bring warmth
CoffeeI’m still stuck in the old motions you taught me, the tiny movements and mannerisms that ground their way into the material of my grey matter with the sequential passing of days. They say a human forms a habit in twenty-one days. Whoever they are. I don’t think they know this kind of “habit,” this mechanic repetition that anchors me to this plane of existence, this autopilot safeguard. Whatever. I don’t need them. I’ve become something of a misanthrope anyway.Coffee
Like every other morning for the past month, I sit on the porch with two mugs of coffee and wait for you to come by and pick me up, and just like every other day I’m late t
Literature SCAM!!!!
it really ticked me off.
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"It's all make believe, isn't it?"
--Marilyn Monroe
-Ryu
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I'm American, so i must be arrogant, loudmouthed and obese.
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