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Words Lead Me On
Words Lead Me On. The stories we love best do live in us forever. Conservative MP compares Stephen Harper government to Jesus, inspiring hilarious #CPCJesus tweets. Is it time we started referring to Prime Minister Stephen Harper as “Our Lord and Saviour”? The Conservative MP for Vancouver South, apparently told the congregation at Harvest City Church that the Harper government’s pushing through of controversial antiterrorism bill C-51. All the Canadian Politics! It’s hard to think of something mor...
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過食症を治して思うこと・・・心も体も幸せになりたい
Http:/ naosu.wordsleaf.info/. なぜ 今までいろいろやってきたのにダメだったものが、これほどにもあっさりと拒食症 過食症を改善してしまうのか いったいどんな、拒食症 過食症改善の方法を実践したのでしょうか. Http:/ www.mychildhas.com/. 難病 ガン 過食 絶対治すぞ. 心も体も幸せになる おと の幸せスパイス メルマガ登録. ダイエット 過食 アトピー 難病など、経験上でのこともどんどん発信していきます.
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Words' Leaves
I keep on starting and stopping and restarting and starting new blogs. Partly because - life starts again, it feels like, one starts to read again, write again, hesitantly, in fits and spurts, the old blog is too much in the past, and too private, and yet I don't want to delete it. Let it stand as my reminder to myself. So: once more. A moment of silence. Things I have learned to say in Teochew. The machinery is old. How now, brown cow? I would like some teochew porridge. What are you saying? He who reme...
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Variation on the Word Sleep
Variation on the Word Sleep. Thursday, August 11, 2005. It's been ages since I've posted anything. But I think that'll change. It's hard to think what to write, and it's even harder to accept that something is good enough to post - despite the fact that I have no audience. I have a few ideas though. Let's see if I can manage to get them into a form I feel okay about. Posted by Steve at 9:43 PM. Monday, January 31, 2005. The Power of Fiction. Started re-reading The Neverending Story. If humans believe bel...
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Words Left Out
Perspectives from the corners. Friday, July 20, 2012. In the desert and it's raining. Red earth soaks under the deluge. And breaks my heart. Peace found in between those spaces,. In between each grain. Moving with wind and water. Rocks and sand taken by the wash,. Cousin of a river who cannot stay. Turquoise brush against orange and gold. The paintings as far as the eye can see. Bathed in an ocean of lightening and thunder. Carries the future far from me. Because the past pounds in the present's pulse,.
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Words Left Over | Poetry blog of Stuart Thembisile Lewis
Poetry blog of Stuart Thembisile Lewis. Stuart Thembisile Lewis is a journalist and filmmaker who moonlights as a poet. He was born in 1993, less than a year before South Africa's first democratic election, and carries a massive chip on his shoulder for consistently being lumped together with the so-called 'Born Frees'. He spends most of his time stuffing around on the internet. This is where he keeps all his poetry but you can check out his professional work here. By Stuart Thembisile Lewis. May 30, 2015.
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WORDSLEFTUNSAID
Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.". I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.". Anaïs Nin (via konagrown. She stuck a bookmark. And walked away.". S aul Williams,. Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.". CS Lewis (St. Augustine). Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.".
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words left unspoken
Hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.". You have no idea how happy this made me! At first, I was like “I have a message on tumblr! O: “, and all excited and super curious because I never got one before. And then soon after I was really touched and like, “Wow. Someone actually noticed that I was not posting anymore and went through the trouble of sending me a message to check up on me! It was so sweet of you, really. Thanks again and sorry I’ve rambled on! Mdash; 5 years ago with 15 notes. Love ...
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Her story | Me.
We don’t know how to love. 30/07/2012 at 2:45 PM ( Uncategorized. For what I thought was deprived at home, I seek elsewhere. I rushed into a relationship but I was young and. Immature to make the correct decisions. What we had was nothing more than affection and lust. Our relationship was self-centred, full of lies, full of judgement and it does not reflect love. Love is an expression of actions. 8220;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. Follow “Her s...
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lorettalynn8705
May 25, 2015. You always keep the lights off. This room has never belonged to you. This is my room. I have made into home. And you are not seen here. You are just a passenger. With no definition here. When they say you’re beautiful. They are not talking to you. They are talking to me. Me- who made you. Me- who shaped you. Me- who will soon take you. Don’t you dare think. You have control here. That’s all in your head. You are a ghost. Nothing more than a host. I am all you ever have been. April 5, 2015.
