We came back from the waterfall, as a gray بھیڑیا stopped in our tracks. Howl got onto all fours, and started petting and wrestling with the wolf. The بھیڑیا kinda growled at me, but Howl corrected him. The بھیڑیا started licking me, as I squatted down to their level. Howl told me he had to get something, so I watched the بھیڑیا until he came back. Howl came with some grapes in his hand. A batch of them. We both sat down under a tree, as he started feeding me grapes. I taught him a little bit مزید of English too. I also started teaching him about love. "What is love, Lilith? Is it...bad?" "No, it's not....well....it's not bad. It's a little complicated, depending what type of love it is. There are a few types. There are love for your parents like respecting them, and helping them out and listening to them. یا when آپ have love for your friends, like hanging out and being nice to them. And there's love like between two people. That kind of love is very, very special. Not only do they love and respect and are nice to each other, but they kiss, hold hands, and other stuff. Like when آپ were feeding me grapes, that's what a boyfriend and a girlfriend would do to یا other people would do to each other." Howl looked at me and said,"What is kiss?" I blushed and said,"When people touch their lips together like this." I kissed him to دکھائیں him what a kiss was. It was just a demonstration, but I felt something. Something that I never felt with Adam. I just wanted Howl to just hold me, and never let me go.
I hate you
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want آپ here?
Do I want آپ gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are آپ real?
Are آپ fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
آپ spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of آپ mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are آپ worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now دکھائیں me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
یا do I leave you?
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want آپ here?
Do I want آپ gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are آپ real?
Are آپ fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
آپ spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of آپ mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are آپ worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now دکھائیں me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
یا do I leave you?
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
آپ used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
آپ made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only آپ knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
آپ ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But آپ were wrong
مزید so than any love song
آپ made me want to sing
With آپ following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing آپ that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
آپ used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
آپ made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only آپ knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
آپ ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But آپ were wrong
مزید so than any love song
آپ made me want to sing
With آپ following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing آپ that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of شخصیات مشہور turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in دکھائیں business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived سے طرف کی his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived سے طرف کی his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! آپ always end up like this. Maybe آپ should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face یا back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! آپ always end up like this. Maybe آپ should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face یا back. Not me!
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