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Sometimes Red, Sometimes Green by Brian Doherty, 2012
sometimesridesbikes.blogspot.com
Sometimes Rides Bikes
Monday, August 25, 2014. Part Audax - Part 3 Peaks Cyclocross. The plan for the weekend was to ride the Old 240, a 400K Audax from Sowerby Bridge. I could say I woke at 3:50, but the truth as I rolled out of my sleeping bag, was that I had no sleep. I ate a couple of pastries, and a sandwich, and drank some tea. I was tired. Emma and Chris were up shortly after. Emma made a big bowl of porridge. I had a bowl full. The three of us rode together for a while, but I couldn't keep up, so I told them to get on.
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We just dont know
We just dont know. You will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you. Sasha Exeter (via misdealt. No habia visto esto! Why the internet its cockblocking us! TE AMOOO MI AMOOR HERMOSAAA.
sometimesrisqueshortstories.wordpress.com
sometimesrisqueshortstories
Resolutions of Unwanted Conditions. Resolving Unwanted Personal Conditions. Observation: One of the ways that we create our reality, is expectation. Whether believed or not, we create our own reality. What is happening to us, is created by us. We expect to get ‘old and decrepit’ and of course we follow this line of thinking, and perpetually put this out and convince ourselves. The basis of ALL conditions is belief. If it is believed to exist, it exists for the believer. DON’T BE REASONABLE DESPITE ...
sometimesroadsdiverge.blogspot.com
Sometimes Roads Diverge
Bryan currie . . . Monday, July 7, 2014. The little girl wandered into her daddy’s workshop even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. How is it that small feet so often find themselves in places they’ve been told not to go? 8220;What are you doing down here? 8221; she asked the back of his head. The little girl’s voice wasn’t big enough to startle him, but he was definitely surprised to see her in the basement. 8220;I’m doing what all daddies do in the basement,” he said. Can I see it? The ja...
sometimesrosewrites.blogspot.com
Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness
So this is me. Thursday, August 21, 2014. If I have learned anything,. I have learned,. Don't get too close. Someone is gonna break your heart. Someone is gonna leave you in the dust. Someone is gonna say the worst words you've ever heard. And it would never have happened. If you had stayed that little bit more detached. I want to scream don't leave me behind. Don't leave me alone with them. I don't know if I'll make it through the year. But it's a bit late for that. And if we never see each other again.
sometimessad-alwayssmile.skyrock.com
Blog de SometimesSad-AlwaysSmile - "C'est le destin qui nous distribue les cartes, mais c'est nous qui les jouons." - Skyrock.com
Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. C'est le destin qui nous distribue les cartes, mais c'est nous qui les jouons. L'heure était venue de chasser. Inhalant profondément, j'ai reniflé l'odeur du sang des humains dans la rue. S'ils n'étaient pas les seuls aux alentours, ils étaient les plus proches. Le gibier qu'on se choisissait relevait d'une décision que l'on devait prendre avant d'en humer le parfum. Après, il était trop tard pour changer d'avis. Un râle sourd d'est échappé de mes lèvres.
sometimessadness.skyrock.com
sometimessadness's blog - Laisse moi mon stylo, y'a pas moyen que je m'arrête ; j'ai une envie d'écrire comme t'as une... - Skyrock.com
Laisse moi mon stylo, y'a pas moyen que je m'arrête ; j'ai une envie d'écrire comme t'as une envie de cigarette. I makes me write things I don't want to hear. Sometimes sadness altough very often happyness. I sing just to know that I'm alive. L'amour de la justice n'est pour la plupart des hommes que la crainte de souffrir l'injustice. Et je l'ai.]. MF qui essaye de faire comprendre, qqun qui écrit qq mots, autour de parapluies, qui croit encore au prince charmant, et se promène sur béquilles. Des erreur...
sometimessamantha.blogspot.com
Sometimes Samantha
The life, times and rants of a self respecting, UK crossdresser. Friday, 23 September 2016. Why didn't I say something sooner? Is a question I'm sure you are familiar with if you are in anyway trans. Even if you are not trans, I'm certain you ask yourself this very question when you have a regret that you are dealing with. Why didn't I tell them sooner" or "Why didn't I do something when this all began"? What are you banging on about? Great question my dear, I'm glad you asked! If you need info on why.