Chronic Appendicitis More Condition_symptoms I've Already saw OOTP!!

Yeahhhh! Today we (my husband and I) Lourdes wake up (our one year and a half daugther) and jump up to the Theater! Thanks God we got the tickets! OOTP
is great! and Harry is .... MUCH MORE MACHO! excellentt, excellent, excellent ... I Do not Have More Words! Luli

And ... saw it with great !!!... Atention Kept Saying she at first "... it's Potty muuummm! Mum ... it's Potty !!!!" "Yeah .. it's Pottyyyyy Luli" She Could not belive Harry Was There That so BIG!! It Was a laugh, really!


SIIIII! Today we (my husband and I) woke up at Lourdes (our daughter a year and a half) and went to the movies! Thank God
get tickets!
OOTP is great! and Harry is MUCH MORE ... MALE! Excellent, excellent, excellent... I have no more words to describe it. And

Luli saw very closely, it is passed at the beginning of the movie saying "MAAA, is Potty ... MAAA, is Potty", "Yes Luli is Potty" She could not believe that Harry was so close at and so great!! It really was to kill the laughter !!!... Besos

Lymphadenopathy More Condition_treatment Happy Birthday Arlene!!!

Sorry to everyone

Because this is my first entry in my LJ, I'm still learning how to use it! But the occasion

worth it, isn't it?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR ARLENE !!!!!!!!!!!! arlenerios
My first fanfic ever read hers ... An WAS Ideal Match ... and I fell in love with this beautifull story Because of That!

Obviously, I've met a lot Later of great writers and amazing people (a lot ...), Through Arlene But of course she was "my first one" and today is her birthday, so ...


And I Was Forgetting That we share, además zodiacal sign Our love for an HP, Ourteam!! GO SPURS GO!!

YOU DESERVE THE BEST, ALWAYS! I LOVE YOU!

KISSES FROM BS AS




Andre PS: Please, Arlene: Could you correct my mistakes orthographics? Thanks! and please say Happy Birthday to Bea from me too!

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Underactive Thyroid Condition_symptoms "White Walls"

"And now, the cold walls enclose me in a place of transition, momentary and special.
Because every time a tear is shed, a heart reflects an action abroad,
And every time someone squints his eyes to the sun can remember someone's face unique housing with a feeling inside your chest that makes it unique and exclusive.
We are cold, while warm, but with our complex touches of simplicity that allow us to be ourselves.
My world is mine and yours is yours, share yours with me and I'll do the same.
And when that happens, you will see the different perspectives of my world.
The gray, where the butterflies have wings silver and black fences are moved to Wind, With other vegetation reflecting the different shades of silver,
The green, where we can see how each little insect has its positive side, where it is easy to find the shiny side to the darkest,
The white, where everything reflects something, and everything has a meaning different from normal, where it is easier to retain any context you read it more difficult to understand is understandable
Dwelling, where every day you question what not, and even the most normal abnormal
And the real, which is more complex than one might imagine. The absence of air
no sharp choking and not hurt, allow me to be surreal and live in my mind without being trapped in it.
Our mind is so complexor have negative effects as pure white, red and if I see something that means so life is good, because the topic is subjective and not objective, "Who said that flowers wither if a flower gives rise to another and therefore his life remains in the next?
not behind these white walls, cold and high, and I have no idea what will happen after these from becoming warm and blue, which will cause my throttle body. I hope not but if the signal would have, but yet I see behind these walls border and even that came before them.
And now, I feel the cold through my body, like every dewdrop slips by and let me submissive in a state of transition, momentary and special. "CHTML

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oloc your hand on my thin thin eyelids to close,
Atomoxetine, Maprotiline, Reboxetine, viloxazine,
Put on my pale pink remains a beautiful black velvet that has been watered by your beautiful crying Close my coffin
leaving as a final gift smile on your face instead of tears of pain, and uttered a prayer
reflective and prose written on my tombstone,
Butriptilina, clomipramine, desipramine, tianeptine,
Write about my forgotten grave a poem written in blood on the placebo effect ,
prevent a relapse of an unknown location while you appreciate the taste of that old wine,
not carry so heavy chains that you deserve as the earth pressed my last memorys physical,
And when you close your eyelids heavy last time, make sure that tears spilled these,
Maprotiline, Mianserin, Nefazodone, Trazodone,
pure dies without having proved so powerful substances that tempt us,
For though terrible sinking feeling never tear,
Eat my beautiful feelings without sinking into the sea of pain made my blood, sweat and tears


And who cares! I was admittedly horrible xD I think it's the worst I've written xD
While JD (cardenas) liked it: P greetings to always, always there for me, always, always, and that gave me a little tmb help thinking the name of this stuff I just wrote
xDD kisses and sor day is better than mine!

Hypethyroidism More Condition_symptoms My sweet morphine

"My sweet morphine"

I've never experienced pain stronger than breathing,

Seeing as my chest rise and fall as a result of which oxygen enters my lungs,

I have never experienced an unpleasant sensation feel the beat of my heart,

And I realized that my life and blood is flowing faster and faster through my veins,

The realization that I am alive, and that this is a dream for over

bad it is only thing that can soothe the pain now is just my own morphine, the knowledge that makes you happy to see me suffer, and that staying away from you, I desagarra the heart and fills while yours joy.

Lask me to stop.

never thought to love you so much to be willing to die for you.

For you, for a liar,

For you, for a person without faith

For you, for a person without identity,

no conscience, no empathy, no nothing positive ...

And inside you see I saw only a void, an emptiness that only made me feel worse, an emptiness that always hid behind the guise of friend that can not be filled and the more dense material world as a vacuum is a vacuum, and an eternal void never be filled, just like yours ...

Why do not forgive mistakes if I do forgive your tragedies? Why do not you help me fix this mess cain your face.

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"Let me fall alone"

Too bad that one of my wishes in this world was to make you happy,
Then when I realized that you gave me suffer happiness that you had never did nothing to stop that pain that seeps through my daily veins, If you like this, I will accept with pleasure.
But I was so wrong ...
How wrong I was, thinking that the pain he caused me was good,
That was wrong, to shed countless tears over you, thinking that each was part of a special friendship,
That was wrong, and thinking at the time your lips uttered those fatal words "I love you, we will be friends until the end"
That was wrong, blindly believing in yourself, to tthe point of risking more than my own life,
That was wrong, saying it would save me from the darkness, and never let me fall alone
How wrong I was to shake your trembling hand, when looking for a helping hand ...
was so wrong, so blind, so lonely ...
And now dying and thoughtful, I feel the edge of the problem, with the final hope of finding the cause and solution ... Why
only see flaws? Why
only looking for a culprit?
Why not see beyond your own eyes?
Why do not you take off your shoes, then put on mine?
and may be exactly what you think,
And
not know exactly what my mistake was to take theseo in order thousands of years of happiness of others, and not mutual home
daily Feeling my chest, a sort of hybrid between terror and anger, but everyone knows that this is indescribable,
is as difficult as trying to describe color to a blind, or to produce powdered water ... Equally impossible
to the edge of my bed, I cuddle and see my time go slow fever,
Equally impossible at the moment in which the death of my eyes Vidir glass, closures in yours lárgimas ,
Equally impossible when the bell rings at my funeral (if it sounds) a prayer for your lips is whispered,
Equally impossible when the ground remains press my pale, come on you forgotten grave sieNo, great will always be sorry for having caused
special needs, which are never covered and leave me to the brink of death, escaping unnoticed and seats around me.
Forgive me for thinking you had what I needed,
sorry for having disappointed and your reaction has not been the best ...
Keep me in your memories, I know I was part of you ... And I know that, however small it may be, some part of me still lives in your heart, although not a part of it.
describe the way I think, feel and perceive ...
That horror, not realizing that we were on the verge of falling down that precipice of what some had already fallen, and just make fun of them...
But it is even more horrible, that gives me pleasure to have fallen for this one, you did not want to hurt you, so do not be dragged me, when many times did you yes.
But I will not deny that I'm still to face your abandon ...
Please, please
See how I suffer, my pain
Notes,
Admira this torture,
but please
blood never like me.

Buying A Used Boat In Ontario Valentine's Day

Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I HATE Valentine's Day, and anyone who has spent a little time to listen to know why. Still, the questions on this subject do not stop So again, I dedicate part of my time writing about it.
So Valentine's Day is a habit that has been globalized, most countries devote one day a year to celebrate this event. But at least, do you have any idea who was Saint Valentine? Why did he die? Why do we celebrate this day?. I doubt it. It really bothers me to see how people give away things that say "Happy Valentine" or "Be my Valentine", etc. Ignorance is abundant in many holidays. Anyone
ier person in my school know that material gives nothing that day, rather than letters to certain people. Why?
Three reasons:
1. The inmensia most people have no culture on this day, and many are unaware that this day really means, so I do not want to be part of their ignorance, even though I know on this day.
2. One of the main reasons why we celebrate this day is for shops to sell more, that I consider
A) Lack of self-respect and ignorance of people, since no interest is to promote any messages that St. Valentine left us, but to sell.
B) Sale of ideologies
C) Commercial Garbage
3. I hate Valentine's Day, soI have no reason to celebrate, even when others do not hate him.
One thing that bothers me most is that most of the time people do not understand why this conclusion, and yet the place. And not only Valentine's Day, but most dates.
So give nothing material at Christmas, I've never understood why giving gifts at this time, so never give. It is the birth of Christ, we celebrate it because it is our savior, but because giving gifts to each other, if the conclusion really is Christ?
So you can see how much I hate these things, I hate to see how the only thing that matters to people today is to sell, to hear people say, "You gave me nothing, I want" cuI'm really the best gift a person can give is your friendship, love, affection, protection, etc. a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers, etc. It is exasperating to see how the true meaning of this day is lost more and more, is horrible to see the ignorance of people, seeing it from the family perspective to the budget, through the cultural and social. Practice is sold. I do not say that this is the most cases, material gifts are cute sometimes, but I do not think that they can express in the least affection for a person.
Still, I hate not only deeply about this. It brings back bad memories, and anyone who knows me well enough will know why. It makes me cranky to think of

Stroke More Condition_treatment meaning of Nymphetamine

worshipers who do not know ¬ ¬) invented that word, which assigned the meaning that it had told people not magical. Then we can say that is NOT an official word is fictitious, and also respect, however, exists.
is the same with "Nymphetamine". Cradle of Filth invented that word, and now I explain their meanings.
Nymphetamine is a fictitious drug (Lee well: Fiction Dorgan, there exists in the fictional context, but not in real life) then this drug is as an attachment to a person (¬ ¬ female) with the same qualities Vampire literally bringing her lover back from the brink of spiritual grave, only to bury him further on the strength of a whim.
ESO, ESO ES Nymphetamine! CHTMGreta says LXC is like addiction to a person when you're in love or, almost one might say that's Nymphetamine, but obviously we have to add in what I have to emphasize.
That's the official meaning of the word, that is.
However there is another who has given birth to a person. It has to do with the composition of the word nymph / ET / A / MINE.
Then, once you see it can be seen as heading up:
Nymph (English) Ninfa
ET: (French) derived from est, which is "is" (verb ¬ ¬)
A: " A "trim is there, read on to see why.
MINE: (from English) Mine, the mine, of mine.
Then, we can see that according to this composition can Defcar that "Nymphetam

Blueprints For How To Build A Swing Set "But that way I will not die"

Ughh sad ... but not as much as yesterday or the day before yesterday ... Amways, last several months planning this writing, doing multiple drafts, and just today I was able to organize the ideas that had riots in the head ...

"But that way I will not die"

"My arms closed around my body, hugging him, so that, with false hopes, to cushion the fall that my body is performing slowly.
My head was beaten against the ground, and my body rests in it, while my dark hair mixed with dust on the floor, a result of your neglect.
My arms have slipped after falling, and my face has an expression of terror, with eyes open and with a terribly bright, not special, but ashair will soon fall, accompanied by my nails, but inside my body, carried out the latest features are replaced by decomposition.
probably will dig a small depression, which was introduced a beautiful coffin, and inside it, I can rest forever. My body cold and stiff, it will be placed there, wearing the best clothes for before being buried underground, and can rest assured that I will have the beautiful grass just above my body, but it must wait for hours in a room in which, my loved ones shed tears for me, as you say goodbye to my body, hoping that my soul rest in peace for the rest of the day, and that this increase, in order to find paradiseeternal.
Those we love never leave us. Although his body is rigid and inflexible, although what were her veins, no blood flow, and even if they can not move by themselves or breathe.
The human heart has always been considered the center of the soul, and this remains the dead we love and who love us.
And if I bleed, bleed
And if I fall, I fall
And if I suffer, suffer
But if I live, live ...
can not be sure of reincarnation, but of life, which is short and therefore we should not waste it.
will pay the price of my defeat, knowing that I lost the battle but not war.
Although it is difficult to stop bleeding,
Although

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I admired the black, smooth and elegant as velvet, punctuated by the golden stars and adorned with a pearl-white moon.

After playing with my heart, stomp, mistreat, humiliate, lie, hurt, and betrayal, the only colors I saw were the red of my blood, having started as a result of slowly flowing through my veins, black, gray and silver, because I could not see the sun or the beauty of the moon, while dreaming of the stars, and cherish the drops of dew that fell on the roses, a striking crimson, decorating their stems with abundant spines and leaves.

you seize my colors, my scarlet, my emerald green, purple me and my passionblue sky. But the tears are clear and my blood can only be red blood, bright red that can not show more than the two darker aspects of being human desolation and terror. I could not enjoy the beautiful sunset, a phenomenon he admired and loved, I could feel the noise of the stream, which struck the stones that adorned the bank.

But do not take off conform to the colors, tearing your heart, feed on my blood, terror, desolation, sadness and horror. Continue to take off the mood, he could still perform the functions that my body needed, such as sleeping and eating, talking, when necessary, and perform my duties, but during the night crying and could not sleep because of moisture presentastrals flew to the moonlight and sphinxes adorn the beautiful landscapes. The fairies fly around the beautiful flowers, and little elves made mischief under mushrooms, trimmed with silver beads produced by the dew which falls in the morning, leaving a beautiful aroma that perfumes the wind. Veela

But not metamorphose, the nymphs do not exist, the moon is not magic and sphinxes are perverse. No flying fairies and elves are shy and reserved, and the only drops I see, not the spray, but those of my tears, my face Rhone. Do you think sufficient to remove the color, finish with my heart, end up with my moods, and overwhelm and destroy my world of fantasy?

You are invited to meblack. I hear no other noise than my own suffering, and more magical than I can contemplate is that ghost round the room, where I was locked up and not let me leave. You have the key and the ability to open, and you're the one who can do it using these tools.

My soul will not rest in peace, when my body cools down and my muscles are stiff, until I'm out of here. You got me, and I've been crying winged door, made countless attempts to open it in some way, while the silver ghost round the room, placing from time to time, his bony fingers in my eyes while I sleep, and what why not?, also dragging their heavy and rusty chains across the room, despertándOLED, of sadness, but mostly you. They can keep trying to open it, I know that open, trusted them, mainly because they are outside, and I within, and therefore can open them, only with a little more work and time. They

and they picked me up when I was on the floor, they and they gave me his shoulder to mourn, men and women care about me, they ask me who was responsible, and who beat them, because I want ... And you, you kept me away from them and they, for long and sustained periods of time ...

does not matter if you open the door, because even if you do, it will open, it will, I know it will, and they open . I trust them, and I want more than you canimagine. Are giving back what I took away from me and what I owned. What we have is enough to save me and others, and we can use that weapon against you when we want, because it's something you do not know and probably what you fear and is thus not the weapon we have is love and affection is produced and binds and strengthens our ties of friendship. "

still there? Hahaha extremely long, well if you could finish reading it, thanks for taking the time, if you were in my photoblog and then you went to here, I would like to bring this -> # in the post to indicate you read it ... many kisses i
cddte

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