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The Little yellow squid had a dream. They were fighting a bear in space! And their little buddy became a big buddy and defeated the bear, isn’t he cool?
The dream was very vivid, so vivid that it stayed in their memory instead of fading away like most dreams. They kept thinking about it all day, while eating breakfast, going to school, and even while eating lunch!
They kept looking around suspiciously, as if someone might attack them from behind. The colour purple caused them to glare. The teacher got worried, but it was just a dream, why do they still remember it so clearly? And why is it so scary?
The Little Yellow Squid could still remember all the details of the dream when they went home. There was music while they were fighting the bear too! It sounded very good, it was a heavenly melody, with many different people singing! The Little Yellow Squid wishes they could hear it again.
The Little Yellow Squid decided to tell their best friend in the whole world about the dream. Little Buddy seemed to light up with excitement and went to grab a pencil and paper. He drew people, one wearing a hat, another in black, and the last in white.
“The Captain, One and Two” The Little Yellow Squid was sure that’s their names. They remember meeting them, the poses, and the immediate acceptance into their… group, their family.
The Little Yellow Squid blinked. How could they forget something that important? Little Buddy stared up at them and made his sounds. That was a memory, they’re sure of it, but it’s from when they’re 15. They aren’t 15 yet, and now they’re confused.
Any other dreams get told to their Little Buddy as well, Little Buddy keeps drawing, and they keep remembering more. Even as tensions at home worsen, the memories persist, clearly wanting to be uncovered. Even as their sibling stops answering their phone in Inkopolis, memories claim they’ll reunite and it helps make them feel better. Even as tensions worsen at home, the dreams, memories, offer a solution for the future. And The Little Yellow Squid knows they’ll follow the memory with Little Buddy in tow.
Also. The Little Yellow Squid never steps foot into a Grizzco facility.
will never forget a comment on my uni reddit that the third year of an undergrad degree is the hardest and like. yeah they weren't lying. that third year really can sap your will to live
anyway despite still feeling incredibly burned out i'm... somehow feeling a little more optimistic abt this term... prob bc i'm not being haunted by the spectre of complex calculus equations masquerading as chemistry + most of my courses have basic math, mostly theory and labwork (something i'm already very proficient with) with 0 stakes. aka nobody is writing papers with this data for their degree and there's no million dollar govt funding lmao.
and every single course has an A letter grade cut-off from 80-82, which seems way more realistic. i had one course last term with an A cut off at like 86. girl that is delusional.
Encontradas paseando por la Red o ¿es en la telaraña?
¿Las nuevas juventudes buleras están apareciendo para aposentar el Régimen, blanqueando el fascismo y protegiendo a la Monarquía corrupta y a la Iglesia pederasta que siempre va cogida de la mano del poder.?
I'm a little behind in posting this, but in June I finished up a second mural at John MacLure Community School.
I decided to illustrate he salmon life cycle in almost a story book or colouring page theme. The mural is located in a large "nook" in the hallway at the main entrance featuring two spawning sockeye. Trailing behind behind the mural is additional flowing imagery of salmon eggs, fry, and alevin. It was a challenge taking a full photo of the space due to limitations of the hallway space and lighting. You can also see the Thunderbird mural I created last year out the window.
benim boğazıma urganı dolayan bir konu. benim kendimden nefret etmeme sebep olan bir konu. nefesimi kesen, uykularımı zehir eden bir konu. o konu hep var, doğruyu istersen. hep zihnimin derinlerinde yer ediniyor kendine. sesimi kesiyor. ellerimi titretiyor. sigarayı dudaklarım arasına sıkıştırıyor. bir konu, bin acı.
aslında bir konu var.
hiç dudaklarımı aralamadım, anlatmak için. susturdum kendimi. tuttum acımı, içime gömdüm. o an, iyi gömülmeyen her şeyin dirildiğini öğrendim. bıraksam kendimi, cesedim bulunurdu sokak sonunda. öyle bir konu bu. anlatsam titrersin. bende yaprak kımıldamaz. ama anla, boğazımda bir urgan var. ağzımı açsam tabureyi iterler.
aslında bir konu var.
sigarayı her içime çekişimde yanan cılız alevin sızısı gibi bir konu. çok kısa ama çok acıtır. ağlatır hatta öldürür adamı. bundan sessizliğim. anlatsam anlatamam. adım atmamı engelleyen bu konu zehirliyor beni. aslında biliyorum, suçlu ben değilim. ama inandıramıyorum bunu kendime. deliriyorum gecelerce. krizler geçirir oluyorum. ilaçlara sığınır oluyorum. ben aynaya bakamıyorum. bu konu, zehir.
aslında bir yara var.
çok derin. çok sızısı var. dokuzdan kalma bir sızı. geçmiyor. geçiremiyorum. susuyorum. ağlıyorum. bir sigara daha yakıyorum. geçecek, yalan. kendimi kandırıyorum.
The salmon life cycle (also found in other salmonids, of course) starts with the tiny, helpless fry called alevin, which still have their yolk sac attached to them. Alevins tend to stay in their gravel nests (called a redd) for safety, but once their yolk is all absorbed and they’re big enough to venture out, they are called fry! The small fry then develop into parr, which have vertical stripes that aid in camouflage. This life stage can last even several years — not always though, for example the pink salmon emerges from the redd already in the beginning of the next life stage, the smolt! During the smolting stage, the salmon’s body goes through a hormone-induced change that allows it to transition from freshwater to saltwater, and the smolts migrate downstream to estuaries, losing their stripes and instead gain a shiny silvery colouration in the process. Once adapted to saltwater, they then move into the ocean as grown adult salmon, spending years at sea! Naturally, to close the cycle, mature breeding adults migrate upstream to their original homes, sometimes going through great physical changes like gaining brilliant colours or growing out a back hump. They lay their eggs and typically die shortly after, starting the cycle anew.
"Onunla benzeyen parçalarıma gözlerin değdiğinde aklını yitiriyorsun, âsiliğin baş gösteriyor. Ya şu hiçbirine benzemediğini iddia ettiğin ellerime, gözlerime değdiğinde alevin sönüyor senin. Bana dert soran sen misin sahi?"
"Yıldızları sönüyor. Gözlerinde can bulmuş her alevin, usul usul sönüşüne şahit oluyorum. Titrek titrek ağlıyorum. Elleri, ellerimi terk ediyor. Sıcacık avuçları bir daha asla ellerimi ısıtmıyor. Dudaklarına bir daha asla dokunamıyorum."