When I think of all we are, and what we could’ve been The past appears so far, like coral beneath the sea And whilst my heart is broken, From my last love: undecided

The sole tells a story that words cannot tell The road that you trod leaves its mark on your shoe As you left a mark in your stead Laces like your lifeline wind and weave through punctures

She was a tassologist, she explained. ‘I am not here to tell you your fortunes. I’m here to teach you to read your own tea leaves.’

Anna Ivanovna lived on street Bolshaya Peshekhodnaya, 74, a structure 2, an apartment 49. In Anna Ivanovny's stomach there lived a frog. Small Masha has learned about it only today.

I'm having problems talking. It's all clear what I have to say, but she's just looking at me, bemused, half smiling, and embarrassed.

Adirondack Soap Adirondack plaid on a low rise stack cartons filled with hard milled logs white soap in a red box fresh cologne tanged with lemon plainly expensive

Do U like it? my first thing! it's about my friends!dea,zia,fassya,kika,fysa,ocha and all of them!

Go on - Give up