- Brashanhas quoted7 years ago
Your hair is winter fire,
January embers.
My heart burns there, too.[14] - Brashanhas quoted7 years agoNo tenía amigos, pero sí libros y sueños; tenía sus modelos de automóviles, y un gigantesco equipo de piezas con el que construía todo tipo de cosas.
- Chupaelperro228953has quoted7 years ago
“Got to give you a whuppin,” he said. “sorry about that, babe.”
He had seen that mixture of fear and aggressiveness before, yes. Now for the first time ever it flashed out at him.
“Put that thing down,” she said. “I have to get out to O’Hare as fast as I can.”
Are you here, Tom? Are you?
He pushed the thought away. The strip of leather which had once been a belt - Brashanhas quoted7 years agoA veces no sé qué voy a hacer.
La tristeza de verano no tiene cura. - Brashanhas quoted7 years ago—Flotan —dijo—. Aquí abajo todos flotamos. Muy pronto, tu amigo también flotará.
- Brashanhas quoted7 years ago—Se parece mucho a una ramera muerta con el culo lleno de gusanos —dijo Don Hagarty.
- JG Almazánhas quoted17 days ago
“Who was it, Don?” Harold Gardener asked softly.
“It was Derry,” - JG Almazánhas quoted17 days agoRonnie Moron and Phyllis Housefly.
Ronald Moran (28 February 1934 – 22 March 2017)[1] was an English footballer who played as a left-back for Liverpool, also captaining the side. He later served as caretaker manager for Liverpool in the early 1990s.
Phyllis Stewart Schlafly (/ˈʃlæfli/; born Phyllis McAlpin Stewart; August 15, 1924 – September 5, 2016) was an American attorney, conservative activist,[2] and anti-feminist,[2] who was nationally prominent in conservatism.[3] She held paleoconservative social and political views, opposed feminism, gay rights, and abortion, and campaigned against ratification of the Equal Rights Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. - JG Almazánhas quotedlast monthSmells of dirt and wet and long-gone vegetables would merge into one unmistakable ineluctable smell, the smell of the monster, the apotheosis of all monsters. It was the smell of something for which he had no name: the smell of It, crouched and lurking and ready to spring.
- JG Almazánhas quotedlast monthBill was good at seeing.
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