Monday, April 26, 2010

Milk Egg White Anidote Heavy Metal Poisoning

Where were we? New

As mentioned in previous posts, I have revamped the blog, hoping you would please ^ ^
I think the most obvious thing, besides the new templates, both " Formspring .
Strolling in various blogs, I saw which is a useful tool, so I put it, nothing to lose.
I want to make one thing clear: I put the licensing to be anonymous - just click on the little button - but I think it is clear that serves respect. I quickly pull away in the event of insults / rudeness / etc ...
One thing is the comparison - but the reference to the email sent through EFP - an account is free rudeness.
It 'obvious that I would prefer to know who you are, when I put the questions, but I leave it choice. Of course, until something makes me change my mind.


The answers can be found in FAQs or by clicking on the link above or on the window of the form "Formspring - Anthy90"



What to ask?
not ask "when you update?". For that there is a chat ^ ^ No, oh well, that does not ask me through the form. For the rest, you can ask about any, after the discretion to answer - or let you know if it will respond ^ ^


Another thing:
menu at the top - the one that says "Home - about - contacts - FAQ ".

Home: leading to the home of the blog
About: Blogger profile to my door - that nothing ^ ^
Contacts: Bring Me the EFP - which then, if you like, you can contact me through the appropriate form.
FAQ: Formspring leads to the page.

The title "The creative corner" becomes a link to the homepage of the blog only when you view the individual posts.




Wednesday, April 7, 2010

What To Wear Sand Rail

function of the blog: user manual ^ ^

Good evening everyone!
As you can see, I changed a little 'things in the blog ^ ^ I hope you like the new layout: a little' clearer, a little 'more spring, but not too much. The only thing is that I do not know if the player function: to me, for example, will not start. Mah! Anyway, hope you like the change! I sincerely thank Chiara for having suggested the site!
"Life" has been made between the choices of Twilight!

not even imagine how this makes me ... proud and happy! And I thank Luisa (aka Luisina on EFP) for this: I will not thank you enough (_ _)
It also sincerely thank Sam (aka Samy88 up EFP) for reporting "Outbuildings" I do not know the outcome yet, but the mere act of pointing this out to me means so much! Thank you very much!

news last but not least: always Luisa, and I was definitely "flawed" in that period (and I do not know what I did to deserve this, but thank you!), Has opened a group on FB for my stories . Anthy's stories - Our Dreams in Life

If you want to go, I can not do that please!
I ask only one thing: write your nickname on EFP, if you ask me the friendship! ^ ^ I'd

Greetings to all! Anthea

Irregular Heartbeat In Toddlers While Sleeping

New layout, group and news! Dépendance

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Below this post, spoilers on the next chapter of Life
]





Spoiler:

"\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bella, please, tell me what's wrong?>>.



Raise the head and my eyes will cross a couple more red and sad.
My hands run over his face, squeezing it gently, with your thumbs trying to erase those tears would hate to see her face: I wish that there is always a smile, that smile wonderful that is my strength, my focus.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tell me, my love, please>>.
And finally I see her lips bend, but not in the smile that I love so much: no, there is only bitterness and melancholy in its expression. It is a little closer, kissing chastely.
He walks away slowly, without lifting his eyes from mine.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not know what to expect these words>>, sighs, stroking her cheek.
falls silent, when I realize my words. I'm really able to express myself a. .. words?
But as my look crosses his face, I can not see signs of happiness.
And what had begun to rise in my chest off slowly under that look sad.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I've waited so long, you know? For a long time ... and it is strange that today have re-entered>> continues, with a sigh. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Almost ironic ...>>
Anxiety grips my stomach, my heart seizes with strong fingers and nails.
I feel my body hard and even the contact with her can cause as much pleasure, indeed, seems more distant, as if a thin sheet of glass was between us.
And it is cold, this slab.
It suffocates me.
[...]
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It's over, Edward. Our story ends here>>.
[...]
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I want to know who it is! Tell me, now!>>.
She stares at me, his eyes hurt, the tears began to fall more abundant. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;This you think of me? Do you think I want to leave because I betrayed?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes>> roar.
Because it's easier, is not it Edward?
is easier to admit that c'entrino others, instead of blaming ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why are you hurting me? Why?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're hurting me, Bella!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now, but a time? How many times have you hurt me? How many more I do, if we stay together?>>
[...]
I head toward the window, the shuffling, arms dangling, swaying to the sex each movement.
I feel empty. Completely.
support arm on the window, pressing his forehead against: Paris look, I see the Seine, I see a few stars in the sky.
observe everything. And nothing.
What have I? Why I'm so ... wrong?
live with the feeling that every day is the last - the last of my life, the last thing I can play, the last step with Bella - but instead of how one should enjoy it, I can devoured by anxiety and the need for certainty is needed. Why?
my nightmares I'm afraid at this rate, come true.
But I also fear that the reality that fuels it. But if so, the things I have really gotten out of hand?
sigh, closing his eyes. Dark ... comforting. Suffocating.

[...]
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Edward ...>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mh?>>.
silent, sighing against my skin. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;If ... if there were problems, would you tell me the truth?>>
Two answers: "yes" of faith, not the loss of confidence.
I would never have the heart to tell her no, because the ferirei, because she does not deserve it, because she is my love.
But to say yes, knowing that no, I could not tell her everything, that there are things that I prefer to keep me in, problems that I can not speak ... makes me feel a monster who abuses his trust.
But I prefer to continue to offer his support, his love, rather than risk losing, treasure it, hold me, being selfish for having next to me.
Why are selfish. I'm hurting both in this way, I know, but I'm sure all this will pass.
I'm sure. "
I hope this taste will repay the wait!
And please, do not die of curiosity =)
A big kiss, best wishes to step tomorrow!
Anthea