Dress Stores On Spadina

° • First day of 2011 °


Thus began a new year and another ended.
I wanted to write a few lines of farewell for the year ended, but I can not find anything nice to remember, 2010 was - for me - a very sad year began with many regrets and in which lot of things happened that led me to break ties as important and inseparable, clashing with the reality that there can be no relationship based only on endurance.
remember a few happy moments, wrapped in the dense fog which has accompanied me all the time, preventing me to act as an 'adult', I took several non- decisions that I regret and I had bad behavior with persons other than deserved them, making them suffer. I was wrong with myself even refusing to act and fight, to decide when I should demonstrate the ability to deal with situations before Paravano me alone and this is another of the wrongs that I can not digest, I realized that rely on 'other' is not always possible and try to improve, to become more independent this year to come.

And after this little monologue about what was my 2010, 'hopes' or wish for 2011:
. I'd like to return to draw because I lack the art, almost like the air .
. I'd like to go back to writing
. I'd like to conclude this year's university
decently.: Magic
.: Lifting myself off depression
& regrets.: The utime "I" is a secret, or keep it for me.

That said, I greet you and wish you ...

Happy New Year!

° ° by Morgan

Icbc Settlements Biscuits

Panariello dinner with laughter from Zero to a thousand


http://img233.imageshack.us/i/imagegy.png/

How To Make A Cardboard Bathtub

The timber was on fire. EleZero burns and unbelief. The sound of a turntable


How could I write such a thing. No, if I start it runs and I want anyone reading reviews.
I wrote ... No, too obvious ...
Go read ... no, I look like an auctioneer of cheese ...
I do not know how to start this post if not begging me to read and review ...

Title: The timber was on fire

Raiting: Green

Pairing: ...Neville / Severus. And now, kill me.

Note: Serving this meme. And in my madness. No, indeed, the folly of sushi_precotto who asked me a "Severus Neville + not necessarily pair" but ahivoi, the words "not necessarily couples" is not in my vocabulary in the case of Severus: D

The wood was on fire. Neville stared at him. It was a sight that had always terrified, but now, fascinated him.

The flames licked each section with calculated cruelty, and not would stop until they had destroyed.

Even Severus stared at the fire, his chin resting in the palm of your hand. He seemed to think of nothing but Neville knew that in the mind of man is chasing one thousand worries.

was tired, drawn and tense. He, too, a piece of wood burned by an unquenchable fire, which devoured from within.

Neville wanted to say something to comfort him, he wanted to really . But how could console a man like Snape?

"Snape ... "He began, without knowing how to continue. He would like to call him but no, he was not allowed. He had never tried: no, thank you, kept us on his life, although the risk every day with the Carrows.

"For just this night, Longbottom. I think you've had enough '

Neville blushed. Snape threw the always on sex.

And, after all, what else can we talk? , he asked Neville. I can not expect a relationship ... romantically involved with him.

" Sentimental "was a ridiculous word, associated with Snape.

"How ... how are you? "

The words were out so alone, without us had thought. Would never have done, only the year before, but Severus who, like the wood in the fire, it had always frightened, now it attracted. I drew the risk.

Severus stared at him, eyebrow arched. Neville blushed even more.

Quick, impulsive, desperate rose, and perhaps would be the last thing I would do, but covered the short distance that separated him from Dean and gave him a kiss on the cheek - nothing more than put his lips on her skin.

did not wait for the reaction of Severus. He turned and strode to the door, leaving a man caught in the study returned to set a fire in the fireplace now extinct.

Notes: * I did not really, I did not really, I did not really ...*

http://www.efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php? sid = 625111

Phlegm Blood When Pregnant

Cd players Mp3 ... what we are accustomed to the sound "digitized"? Precise, perfect, compacted. The music on headphones, then ... and one that speaks not live without i-pod. But simply because, outside the home, as I hear my favorite songs? I do not live without music.
But I love to hear it in the air, shot in the ears.
Until the day before yesterday, I had nothing but CDs. A rather obvious thing for a girl my age. I must say though, I've always done the wire to vinyl. I like the older stuff, in any field. Well, last Christmas my family gave me a turntable, and the "picture vinyl box 6 + 45 vinyl Limited Edition "by Renato Zero. As soon as I put into the pot for 45 laps and I have not heard Just Know ... In short, it was as if it were performed live. (Apart from the comment of my mother, " But that is drunk? ).
Fortunately, the vinyls are returning. And who knows that the news does not reach even a few my age i-pod maniac.

http://respiroariaemusica.blogspot.com/2010/12/il-suono-di-un-giradischi.html

Poem Asking For Money As A Gift

Memento Mori ° ° ° ...


I leave a few lines to honor the memory of a creature that I held a lot, which I tutt'ira, I was close to what , which have been the last nine years of my life. I leave these few words because now it is a ritual for me to mention one by one all the animals with whom I lived, I often have been much closer to the people quant'abbiano fact, I want to dedicate this small space Cindy the Bunny today that my sister has left us.

I do not like to preach a funeral, I do not know, so I limit myself to a little of luck and happiness in the new 'world' that will find the other side, where - maybe it will meet again Cloe and cap-and I hope you have found good about and which may be free at last, in ' Elysium.


Good Luck I love you.

· Morgan °

Japanese Cloth Size M

Del because relationships are complicated °


you ever to roam and peck the Facebook page of a boy or girl who wrote, in the relationship, something like: complicated relationship with .. . . Here, you're probably seeing the ghost of my profile page [ghost because it was abandoned when it was created, not from me obviously, because I hate with every fiber of my being that abomination that is Facebook]
No, no. is not of my aversion to that site what I wanted to talk, but the concept of: Report complicated.

premise that it is impossible for me to have a normal relaione [friendship, love, hate, etc ...] with any person, because I tend to deal with it fairly unique, from the point of view it is anomalous that I often have asked how I can think in a like manner, I am writing this post as an answer to a hypothetical person who 'know', which I posed the question of why I have written about facebook that I have a complicated relationship with a person who is not , my boy.
Simple, this person is more than a friend, less than a boyfriend [only for the fact that we do not have that kind of relationship that exists between two human beings 'are together'] is the only which I know I can speak without being called crazy , and is the only person outside of my family that I can always count on [back to him].

Define the relationship I have with him is not easy, perhaps because it is a complex thing born out of any logical pattern, and for that reason, I feel more true of other 'reports' I've lived in a canonical . Want an example? among the people I know of friends in facebook-perhaps-less than half do not speak with anyone of them since the end of high school [or a good year]. This is perhaps my fault, I'm interested in seeing them as little creatures too different from the kind of people I like to stay.
This does not change that have never been able to find a friend who can defined as such, except for those five people who still attend, to return to the discrso complicated relations: yes, I have a complicated relationship with this ... as I have with any person who decides to be my friend, or if he has the terrible misfortune to know me.
This does not make me the girl of these people, yet it is as if I 'themselves together' to each of them. Want to know why? complicated because a report is this: accept strengths and weaknesses of a person without protests, without the silly pretense that it changes to adapt to our way of being. It is neither
hardship every day nor to claim to be the center of the thoughts of that person throughout the Jonathan;, but know that when you need advice, aid, also a kick in the ass to wake up, that person will be ready to be there.

I know, this is a giant fairy-tale nonsense.
But the beauty of the complicated relationship is just that: are pure legend.

But every legend has its good grain of truth ...

° ° By Morgan

Maxine Cartoon On Retirement

Meme. Again, for your joy.

Meme - stolen in weeping_ice

The first 10 to comment on I need a drabble or a flashfiction on the character or couple choice;
- the characters and couples will be those on the list, otherwise I would not put those so I'll put other, is not it? o_o;
- if you want - read: DO IT - you can even make myself a theme / prompt / quote / idea / kink / cac-

that mark-to-you-think-but-give me-a-point-of- departure-from-where-the-write-stuff;

Couples and fandom:

Harry Potter: Severus / Female any, Severus / Ninfadora, Severus / Hermione.

NCIS: Gibbs / fishing-the-pile-and-tell-a-character, Tony / Kate, and then what you will but not a Tony / Ziva

And if you want I can also throw down something original, with adequate prmptaggio.
I've never written more than a yellow rating ... but I could throw in something more. The result, however, is not guaranteed.

Good.

And now, unleash hell.