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look pretty happy if you look in the right perspective.

Three words. Three words.
Sun, the heart love.
I have taken!
... and I'm going to London, from August to September. Yes, you read right: Mayumi hand, if he goes!
But why is not forever, eh? Say that I can to hide in the closet? I could try, yes.

And I have six contests to finish in two weeks scarce. And a dozen books to read at the same time.
Macchissene !
... hoping to come back and have your ticket ready for Novara, so I can set fire to all those boring books.

Today I go out. So, because I want to. Because I am a bit 'fed up - just a bit' - it's star, a heart that grows from the carcass in search of something . I'll see
Eclipse, but do not get strange ideas, eh. I hate that kind of stuff. I go
because my friend stand me and I hate her, because I go there so I can poke fun at the bimbeminkya, I go there because at twelve I read those books and I liked ... were nice, until the author has not become hungry for money - and how blame her! - and made them even more snotty than they already were. At least spared us the traumatic scene lemon described in such a way creepy.
Seriously, my cousin ten years would write better. But it should be ', details.

has the flavor of happiness, no?
Just a bit ', the aftertaste bittersweet leaves no mouth.
... hoping not having to spend the day with headphones in his ears and light years away from the world. I can try, yes.


Mayumi \u0026lt;3

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Moments like this,

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
No sorry, I'm singing like a perfect idiot while listening to J-music blaring, and my neighbors look out their windows to look bad.
The heat to your head, yes.
And then, perhaps, mièpassatoilbloccodellascrittrice .
Shhhh ...

I have the plot for a SasuNaru SakuIno and in a historical AU, where the guest star this time is Orochimaru-sama (for me even more devious and slippery of Madara), and I'm thinking of some ItaSaku for another contest.
And tonight I also read SasuNaru Wari, e. .. mièpiaciuta . For a moment I thought I threw up and then I would come into convulsions and bumps appeared all over the body, but it was not the case. I laughed, and perhaps even with tears. I liked it, yes.

Oh, and I decided that I am after two (poetry found on the website of Stefania Patruno voice actress), I will learn even the monologue that has suni , my personal myth , ficwriter the ultimate probably the first time and a description of the lovemaking in general.
Why yes, it burns so much so, and cry. Tanto.
The place here to make you read, and I do not for profit: it is a kind of homage towards him, a piece of soul to share with you poor souls who hang out on my blog.
And I leave you with this.

Mayumi \u0026lt;3





"Walking through the door of the room without knowing how, with his feet and legs seem to lead to rigid, yet it seems to fly. Leave the hand of those fingers close, narrow, twisted, and not to breathe for fear and joy, have blurred vision but no tears from the pure euphoria that seems to liquid and back and traveled by shivering as waves. It is impossible to explain this to Ino, there are no words. You can not explain that Sasuke's kimono falls to the ground, the transparency of its unusual look and the black cabinet that looks less impenetrable than usual. You can not explain the feeling of her skin - so light, it seems that the clouds - under your fingers, pull off the embarrassment of feeling clumsy hand clothes, which in a loose button tremble, and feel my cheeks blush, scalding, when his eyes will glide on and look like a lightweight fabric that runs on every inch of the body. But shame takes time to see him smile, her smile is so made that nothing can go wrong. The feeling of absolute safety, you can not explain to Ino. Although there is the fear that he'll be fine, he's Sasuke. Do not expect a life at all, Ino. You can not explain the outcome of every gesture and curiosity, fear, inadequacy in the looks that reflected the end is almost laugh and look away because it is not the time to get a laugh - that Sasuke always know how. Or explain the feeling of his fingers, his lips, everywhere, almost at random, as if he did not know quite what to do with it but he needed them to get anywhere, or the moment when we must dare and defy terror now overwhelmed by the strange languor and it is true that it hurts, but it is a disease that lasts one minute and then forgotten. And maybe that's something I will remember for a lifetime, the first time you have one inside the other. It is not the best time, but when it does not know you can still hear the moans and hoarse like the music of the gods. You can not explain to the Ino and feel breathless burst in for a long dreamed of happiness. Not even the broken breath and exhaustion blessed to stay left on the bed later, and you know, Ino, has hidden and not know that I noticed but he had tears in my eyes and it did not take long to understand why . Did not know him, that there is something like this, because if you spend a lifetime walking next to death can not even imagine that there is something so incredible and infinitely deep as love. He did not know, Sasuke, that life sometimes is just beautiful. Itachi has forgotten to tell him.
is not the best time, and even the second, third and fourth make it better scream, and Ino, the fifth, sixth and all others after you can not describe. Replaces the complicity, confidence and a certain recklessness, and it is true, you do so everywhere on the bed, table, against the walls, on the kitchen in the middle of the carrots for dinner in the courtyard, among trees in the forest, against the logs, the floor, the office of the sensei in the lake on the roof inside the sleeping bag without breathing because Kakashi and Naruto are five feet away. You might not ever stop or fight all the time because after it is more exciting.
Or want to tell you how to wake up the neighbors first time, having told the house of a two-day mission to stay with him, and open your eyes, morning, Sasuke. You can not tell, so, with the banal words, the burst in his stomach to find beyond his eyelids, her face softened by sleep, a little 'swollen, surrounded by hair. The sheet was like a veil of light, soaked rays of sunlight that penetrated the window, and Sasuke was asleep but he tried his hand in his sleep the next body heat. You can not explain the happiness that sometimes goes beyond imagination.
Here, Ino. "

Until the last word, the last comma and the last point, it's all owned by suni .

Letter To Priest For Confirmation

case is one in the morning and everything's b-... at all.

It is very absurd. That is, after I made my ass the first to write a FugakuMikoto - called the best in the fandom Italian, with kushin (she was there in the middle) plus IC that has ever seen - and then a HijikataChizuru, I have a horrible writer's block .

I open the page in Word, and I look at her and she looks at me (?): I can not fill it, I can not write either A or B, and this is terrible, because I have so many things inside that I would detonate them all.

I decided this evening it said. I take my Persuasion and I start to read a little, 'Always remember where you were come.

Indeed not, see if I can finish some outstanding souls. Boh.
I do not want to do anything.

...

Mayumi

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Tanabata

Yes people, has just arrived Tanabata. That pretty
Japanese festival during which festoons and gets to build them a note that read their own desires, then hoping that they come true.
has arrived four minutes to midnight, and just now I expressed mine.
are the three things which I hold most of the world, and perhaps I was a bit 'selfish, but that's okay, because if I were not I would not be selfish.
Who knows, maybe Tanabata is different from the shooting stars of the night of San Lorenzo, maybe it can take to make me believe really.

and I hope that my wishes come true. We hope with all my heart. Mayumi
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Free shower of thoughts in the middle

I do not care if my house will fall apart, he set foot there. No, no and no !
A cost that is to detach the legs and arms, at the cost of having to beg my mother crying at the cost of anything ... I will not let him get back into my life. Point.

and after the point you go to his head, as I think rightly logical. "It makes sense," say Fugaku and Sasuke.
I'm here to bask in the beauty and stupefacentezza (?) - My Italian went on vacation to Hawaii, pity my dyslexia, India - the soundtracks of Naruto Shippuuden and, yes, I'm also crying ... because the damn manga is a part of me .

Anyway, back to loving Fugaku and Mikoto, I changed their story - and almost certainly will again. I'm becoming an insufferable perfectionist never happy with their work, but I do not regret at all. Moreover, the work also involves a writer of such reactions are almost completely unjustified. Why
by the poor Mikoto had the air of a Mary Sue Acidelle dazed and, for reasons that we can not know - even to me that the author, eh, in this field I have granted certain privileges - Fugaku fell madly in love.
I mean, there was even a glimmer of logic in what I wanted to tell. Where was the good Mikoto and condescending, while a woman with a strong personality and innate grace?
Behold, I will probably shorten the story a bit 'now, but I thought it would make little justice to her character and make it unnecessarily Clan rant on about how she does not bear (?): Goodness, we grew up in! Maybe it's not particularly thrilled to see all that excitement, even if it is aware that it is mostly "affairs of men," but it certainly can not get to not pay something, especially since I have not seen capable of such feelings of contempt and hatred, or resentment and various stuff .

And then I get lost in the maze of my mind, remaining work on texture and insight to more than three in the morning, pecking then also the outburst of someone who tells me that "It's only his fault he did not know educate me if I am so totally devoid of discipline to go to bed at a similar time, and that surely will be so until the end of my days. "
At this point, I can only say a heartfelt thanks then. Thank you, because yes, I thank heaven that you have so much to say and so much to vent for nearly a hole in the page as I write with vehemence and tenacity, as far as I can never to surrender, as writing can make me go ahead.
And make the air a fake sorry because if it were not for the writing I ever sleep .
If it were up to you instead, what would I do? Oh sure, if were not for you I would raise every morning at six, go to school to take yet another 10 - thank goodness I have another life, look, and take the maximum of the votes is not my priority - like eat only once a day and a salad, and then kill myself working in the gym and miraculously lose 20kg in one week - all thanks to you - and then return at home, doing housework, not even put his nose in front of the computer and go to bed that are not even nine o'clock. But that life
adorable, really. The dream of any person. Stop the Stone Age.
Without an examination of conscience and found a hobby, since you are the first everything that is thrown on the day of television and the peak, without an emeritus cabbage minimally intelligent or something, get a job as . I'd say you're right to speak, since I've even made you nervous gastritis, but these are quite insignificant details, because you certainly do not depend, I depend on ... how did you call? Oh, yes, compulsive addiction to computer . of the old dazed by your mother, I might add.

That's it, I have nothing to say. Only a short return to torture me with that -fanfiction- there. Mayumi
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I let flow another part of me here?

Basta. I can not do more with this story shit that goes on for nearly three years .
August 25, 2007 of my boots, damnit. fucking damn, that probably does not even exist as a dirty word.
Sometimes I think that book really has ruined the start of adolescence, who has completed the first hole every time it does not open and bleed.

I mean, heck, I will slam the ball three years ago that was beautiful or Diosolosa else, because nothing nor has it had, I think. It happened that that happened, it was what it was, a dead pope if he makes another, closed a door you open a door, yes, but why would you slam the other in the face, nothing else.
And I will not sit here mulling over what I love - my goodness!, Love not exist - or how much he suffered - groped by suicide, but mental health has never been much ; on my side - for one, let's face it, neither was my boyfriend. But I liked it. Why we do not know though, eh. No no, these are secret FBI press worthy, and I know we can not stand here and saw me mentally.

Oh well ', as it has been gone, and after an evening spent crying for Diosolosa what fucking reason among many non-existent - unfortunately, the logical argument in support of its argument, I'd only met a year later with Zeno first Sophists and then - I are made for a reason, and then ... five months of seclusion I've made a right and left the house.

finally breathe the air, finally my reputation seems to be back integrates . Who was not more? I, but it seems obvious! With ten pounds heavier for the beating of you know what and sanity gone to hell. And my friends in those five months of absence are well thought out to send me to fuck and frequently with other people, not the blame, of course.

And well, then get Naruto. Or rather, Naruto in itself does not fit fuck all. Sasuke Uchiha. This name mean anything? To me yes, so . Sakura Haruno. This one?
No, because it had to happen that a loosened by the unpronounceable name who Coluichenondeveesserenomin ... er, Masashi Kishimoto, has written a lovely story where the girl goes back to the idiot in office figaccione on duty and is not shit and smear the leaves on a bench.
Sound familiar? Oh, but it is the my story! I'm excited, really.

And I like writing because it was bad for understandable reasons, many times in their two fangirls together, or tears that I made in watching Nana Komatsu and his world falling apart, or what you want at this time Bokura ga ita no longer see. We were
. We were all there, one step at a second, but no one was able to advance to first .
We lost all .

Nothing, I just needed a little 'breather after a bad morning, before I could write my FugakuMikoto with no blocking.

Mayumi \u0026lt;3

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Sclera of an author who begins to feel made

For one reason or another, it always ends that come to post here on alternate days. Oh well '- I say I -, are things that happen.

archived the previous discussion and I returned to being a perfect tsundere with two chestnuts as large as Brazil , my life seems to have resumed its normal, boring, monotonous, mediocre course.
And this is already a step forward, eh.

But the greatest joy is to see how simple men drawn on paper can give you great satisfaction, that in those sixteen years of miserable existence have failed never give you or your family or your friends, nor the school or sporting achievements.

Why yes (?), From Chapter 497 of MinatoKushina I fell in love, reaching even to read fan fiction in English. And then, with the last chapter in which Kishimoto-sama has given us the honor to see that little guy Sasuke since she was a little bigger than a bundle, and Mikoto mom who looks as if he had eyes that for him, I had an urgent desire to write FugakuMikoto .

Because I am convinced that they are a bit 'and Sasuke Sakura in 2:1 scale, with a bit Mikoto 'against the current, almost rebellious against the traditionalism of the clan, from which, however, has inherited his position papers that turned out to be unfounded, and she is the girl of strong and firm 'mind, but he can enact sweetness and grace from every pore: it seemed a bit' a fair mix between Sakura and Hinata, more or less, and consider that I have drawn my conclusions to be nothing more than a couple short pages of the manga. Ditto for
Fugaku: we know nothing about him, but I see him temperamentally too similar to Sasuke . Thus, an apparently surly bear, a proud pompous know-it-all bloody and tied to the Clan, the genius of the situation, in reality, also said Ainsel, underneath it's as good as bread. Here ... maybe not so good, but with feelings and a heart of flesh and blood.

And Mikoto can not love him and hate him at the same time, until the love casts out hatred (Kishimoto me astray, forgive me for these absurd banality) as the wise and crazy older sister, and ; Shisui future mother, he can not refrain from helping a poor difficulties.

Obviously, a bit 'of MinatoKushina can not miss - then pursue it with a spin-off, as well as another spin-off if there will be ideas on Shisui, Itachi and Sasuke and their ( right) that of ordinary life in Konoha.

The idea is, even the plot, the analysis by which to treat the characters as well ... not missing anything but have to write !

Oh, and I want a lot of reviews do not just publish: I drown reviews in ! Already
that in just four days I am ill-treated all those who know me with this, so I caused at least ... ten reviews, here!

And that's it.
Mayumi, the tsundere convinced \u0026lt;3