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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Aug 10, 2011 18:54:31 GMT -5
This isn't going to be anything complex; no tables or anything. Just colour, font, size, and alignment mostly. Still, feel free to use, but credit please!
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Aug 10, 2011 18:55:41 GMT -5
Sie hält immer still Weil sie gefingert werden will Bläht sich auf I’m dürren gras Das feuchte äugelein wird nass
Gefangen in der finsternis Sieht sie nie das licht der sonne Vor geilheit zuckend fleht sie dann Die zunge in dem manne an
Küss mich
Sie beisst sich in jeder zunge fest Weil sie sich gerne lecken laesst Doch weil es etwas bitter schmeckt Wird sie selten nur geküsst
Gefangen in...
Küss mich
Die zunge kriecht jetzt aus dem mund Und schlägt ihr wild und in extase Mehrmals heftig ins gesicht Sie blutet schrecklich aus der nase
Gefangen in...
Küss mich Auf meine feuchten lippen Küss mich Auch wenn es bitter schmeckt Küss mich
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Aug 10, 2011 19:05:16 GMT -5
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[/font]l rampait à plat ventre, galopait à quatre pattes, prenait son panier aux dents, se tordait, glissait, ondulait, serpentait d'un mort à l'autre, et vidait la giberne ou a cartouchière comme un singe ouvre une voix. D[/font]e la barricade, dont il était encore assez près, on n'osait lui crier de revenir, de peur d'appeler l'attention sur lui. S[/font]ur un cadavre, qui était un caporal, il trouva une poire à poudre. - P[/font]our la soif, dit-il, en la mettant dans sa poche. À[/font] force d'aller en avant, il parvint au point où le brouillard de la fusillade devenait transparent. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Aug 10, 2011 19:06:36 GMT -5
The Amazing Adventures Of Rebecca Catalina [/size][/center] ♥ 00 month 1916 ♥ 00 month 1916 ♥ 00 month 1916 ♥ 00 month 1916 ♥ 00 month 1916 ♥ 00 month 1916 [/font] ♥
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Aug 10, 2011 19:06:51 GMT -5
8 August 1916 Dear Diary, [/font] post goes here [/blockquote][/left]
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Aug 10, 2011 19:27:18 GMT -5
Yuki ga maichiru yozora futari yorisoi miageta tsunagaru te to te no nukumori ha totemo yasashikatta
Awai O-RUDOBURU- no kumoma ni kieteyuku deshou eien he to tsudzuku hazu no ano yakusoku
Anata no soba ni iru dake de tada sore dake de yokatta itsuno ma ni ka fukuramu ima ijou no yume ni kidzukazu ni
Donna toki mo doko ni iru toki de mo tsuyoku tsuyoku dakishimete ite jounetsu ga nichijou ni somaru toshitemo anata he no kono omoi ha subete owari nado nai to shinjiteiru anata dake zutto mitsumeteiru no
Kawasu kotoba to jikan sugata wo kaeteiku deshou shiroi hoho ni toketa sore ha tsuki no namida
“Ikanaide, mou sukoshi dake” nando mo iikakete ha “mata aeru yo ne? kitto” nando mo jibun ni toikakeru
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Aug 15, 2011 12:03:13 GMT -5
Edward Elric the former Fullmetal AlchemistSo. Alphonse here is in need of an Ed. As everyone knows, Ed and Al are not only brothers, but the absolute best of friends. Everything they do is for each other. And... well, let's face it, they're lost without each other. Which is why I'm putting in a wanted ad for the former Fullmetal Alchemist: adorable, headstrong, obnoxious, compassionate, socially-awkward, geeky, completely tacky (when it comes to fashion)... Edward Elric
If you take him, both Al and I will love you forever and ever <3
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Sept 9, 2011 22:54:23 GMT -5
if I woke up next to Namehere “Response here. -action here- ”
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Sept 11, 2011 9:58:15 GMT -5
Alyosha helped Father Zossima to his bedroom and seated him on his bed. It was a little room furnished with the bare necessities. There was a narrow iron bedstead, with a strip of felt for a mattress. In the corner, under the ikons, was a reading-desk with a cross and the Gospel lying on it. The elder sank exhausted on the bed. His eyes glittered and he breathed hard. He looked intently at Alyosha, as though considering something.
"Go, my dear boy, go. Porfiry is enough for me. Make haste, you are needed there, go and wait at the Father Superior's table."
"Let me stay here," Alyosha entreated.
"You are more needed there. There is no peace there. You will wait, and be of service. If evil spirits rise up, repeat a prayer. And remember, my son" -- the elder liked to call him that -- "this is not the place for you in the future. When it is God's will to call me, leave the monastery. Go away for good."
Alyosha started.
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Post by Alphonse Elric on Sept 14, 2011 8:16:25 GMT -5
Name sentence sentence sentence./!/? more words here. words words words.
Word sentence sentence sentence. Another name words words words. "Dialogue here./!/?" [/color] more words more words .[/font] [/blockquote]
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